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At a quarter past eight on a Wednesday in August
I'm finally abandoning this place
after thirty years imprisoned in Asinara
how could it be a few hours in a coffin.
Because in a coffin it's not that bad after all
you just need to know each other and be able to be satisfied
and in this I, modestly, have always been great
because I don't need anything to live, only ...
Air... just... air.
I said it: "sooner or later I'll screw you all!"
they laughed, they thought I was joking
"da here no one ever goes out vertically"
as if this could discourage me
and then over time they saw me wear out little by little
I lost the weight, I lost my teeth, I look like a mouse
I gnawed on all the moments of life given to me
and I cultivated my sweetest lived projects...
In the air... in the air.
And the others always in to protest, to avenge some wrong ? inhale, exhale",
inhale, exhale: this I can do
and when I'm lucky I feel the humidity of the sea
I know death, and if it hasn't beaten me yet
it's because, all my life, I've only lived for an hour...
Of air... an hour of air.
I breathe slowly, I wait for the wind
the my moment will come...
air air air...