You once asked me
what I thought would be a better life
that of a chain dog
or that of the
who begs
strays and steals; with all the consequences
Scars
Kicks
Loneliness and so on
compared with that of the
who never goes hungry
but who is never happy.
>I'm walking around in Brindisi
my plane doesn't leave until just after four
I see myself reflected in the shop window
and I look tough
I think to myself
with sunglasses and unshaven and - logically - brown after the two
months
but inside I'm shaking
I have a lump in my throat
because this is unusual.
Strange condition is that
how many times have I
wanted him
how many times have I secretly scattered
the thousand clogs on my leg
cursed?
Could it? I just cry
really cheesy
but I've forgotten that too
.
What happened
How far am I from the start and finish?
I'm not hungry
but I eat - no matter what - as an alibi
so that I can drink and ask myself: boy
what's actually hurting you?
You have you get lost somewhere
did you make a mistake somewhere?
the way you're standing there
you'd think: it can only be brilliant
I'm alone
finally - but what's the point because now?
I'm alone - finally alone!
I'm alone
finally - but what's the point now?
I'm alone - finally alone!
There was the pack of bastards in Piraeus
Saturday morning at eight
they did it
the poor bastards
you said quietly, as if in passing.
And I thought of that time< br/>when we were still the
that no superior force
defeated
when every touch was still a shock of electricity
every look was Bengal light.
Even if it was just for a moment< br/>some of it is still there
enough not to live the nightmare
in which I no longer dare
to let go of the power
that you still give me in abundance even now< br/>in which a power rules
that creates it
that one forgets the most important thing
.
I am alone
finally - but what's the point now?.. .

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