the books fall out of my hands.
the world leaves me alone.
cooler days are coming from now on.
my limited time is getting wider
dead matter turns away from me
my features look pale
things slowly fall away from me
this way I will be happy at the same time
and if God holds me accountable from here
at the border of the sky
I have nothing to pay
I regret all my sins
and if possible
I will do it again
because I did
what I believed
everything happened to me
I became a disciple of discipline
at the mercy of luck
fail like this more worth
like living in the shadows
lying to be afraid
a bargain fool
twisting words
for serious interests
and when the dream comes
sleeping is good
br/>the distance
fragile glass ball
the melody fades
barely audible
sounds inside me too
the eternal sleeping pill

INVIA LE CORREZIONI