Paola Turci via dove

I move slowly
I move over the glass
I move slowly
I see with my eyes closed
the astonished looks
Not? happened
it's not my fault
go back
where? the road
a compromise
a half lie
isn't it? enough and I slip... weak
Away.. away... away... where...
I start slowly again
I start breathing again
maybe why? Not?..
Not? happened
It's not me
I'm going back
Where? the road
a compromise
a half lie
? already? enough and I slide… I slide…
Away....... where..... away.. where..... where....
where..