I will wait for the dawn to clear my nerves
and I will look at the words smoothed by the fog
to only hear them resound
like the thud of rock in the mud, like the thud of rock in the mud
on the shores I built my dreams of sand
and while I welcomed you you called upon the tide
Everyone's friends are not my friends
sudden friends have no friends
everyone's friends do not they have friends
I have to slow down so as not to miss the details of the landscape
to convince myself that I am remembering incorrectly
dry my thoughts
shake off this vertical chill
I have lost and found the my name
among the Fordist aesthetics of Milan
in the ferocity of rents in the capital
among the pain of those who destroy where they don't arrive
inside the vicious boredom that drips violence
in the subtle arrogance of money
which rapes history and also buys love
in what I expected and remain waiting
I have to slow down so as not to miss the details of the landscape
/>to convince myself that I'm remembering badly
dry my thoughts
shake off this vertical chill
I have to slow down until I smell tar
to laugh at myself because I felt bad
dry my thoughts
shake off this vertical frost
In what I expected and I'm still waitingÂ

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