I know how brave you are, I know how fine you are... rocks, for me, for one of us, and ice in our ankylosed brains. I need to feel cold on my skin,
I have enough, I have enough for all; come friend, you must listen to me, please. This is my trip... a book in my hands, and a little sweet talisman.
The man with the flute is one of us, with big black eyes and a case in his hands. An enigmatic smile on his face, and a numerical ocean in his brain...
The little ghosts are here in our minds; and I know that, I know my madness. I'm walking on this black floor, over my eyes, over a dirty life. Over (
Now I know, this is the end, the monster is here, with us. Yes I know, the sky is black, like the hate in our brains. But our God knows good and the
Old world, so shining, your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind. All your sweet abundance is now a repulsive lie to my life. I want to rest
Water, oh water I need your sweet caress... When... I am a sick child, a sad man; I am an eagle without wings. I taste my pain day after day, and I
You, you are a little thing in this world, feeble light in the universe, misunderstood voice in the darkness, in the middle of (the) planets and (the
"Hello, my tree, how are you? I would like to say a word to you, I just want to tell you that... now I need your wisdom. I'm a dreamer without dreams
I know how brave you are, I know how fine you are... rocks, for me, for one of us, and ice in our ankylosed brains. I need to feel cold on my skin, cold
