I was born in a normal hospital in a common way in the shop window I was equal to the miniature of a clone the photocopy of the copy of a million fruit of an anonymous love between two anonymous people. I imagine the doctor pointing me out to my relatives and the complimentary comments as loving as they are hypocritical because? I was one like many others, that is? no one in particular forcibly taken and put to play a game of this virtual game called life where you are original or cover and you don't have another token when game over appears,? over you have to be 1 or any of the other 999 they send you on stage without rehearsing. At school there was the bully, the handsome one, the leader, the top of the class, the dunce, the drama of the first challenges, the winner took everything like his card and I was content to stay aside and maybe see if I had any qualities? what did I already understand? that one in a thousand makes it but how? is the climb in play hard? life life life one in a thousand makes it one in a thousand...
C'? those who prefer to cheat or bluff uphill stick to the first and be dragged like the train to the locomotive those who don't face those who give in to the second problem they encounter those who expect to eat only if food? ready but I saw my father grow old in an extraordinary way my mother cry in front of a bank statement and this? the vocabulary that was my subsidiary first word salary voice making ends meet when it was a luxury to be a ration worker I had the worry of the employee who had to clock in on time no one listened to me if I spoke so I started to keep quiet what I thought I wrote down thoughts frustrations, hopes, illusions, my diaries are still full of resentments and various feelings, biography of an unclear destiny of bonuses, stingy with a newspaper, it's expensive compared to the money, paninaro relegated for years to the bench role, one day I heard the shot, I took off running, exuding like a werewolf, not I know if for revenge or for ransom but the fact? that down here I break or I get broken and from rags to riches the first thing I wrote and how one in a thousand kept what I said.
One in a thousand makes it but how? is the climb in play hard? life life life one in a thousand makes it, one in a thousand... I look out the window, how is it? the view has changed the lights of Milan have replaced the bell tower a compilation of horns forms the brack sound with the sirens replacing the cries of the children and the bells the afternoons are my mornings I warm up some frozen bread I throw it in? with nutellame incorporated the head holds up well today zero after-effects excellent prerequisites for the next future moments I know where I come from the stories I belong to that I'm saying how I'm doing it where I'm going who I represent and a number of people are listening to me now, I am no one but my story can? be an example my story says to throw down? If you find the door closed, what can you say? right sometimes? an excuse and it doesn't matter who tells you what? a question of how big your balls are, how broad your shoulders are, look inside yourself, maybe you'll find yourself one in a thousand.
One in a thousand makes it but how? is the climb in play hard? life life life one in a thousand makes it one in a thousand...

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