Seguo la fuga del tutto
verso un niente non ben specificato.
Nirvana digitale, dinosauri estinti,
ombra di sepolcro, mold in the yogurt.
entropy increasing and I who have nothing better to do,
type look at the sea, you know?
neuronal damage by free radicals,
to become deficient, I have nothing else to do,
feel like trains whistling, you know?
not celebrating youth, not captured moments with the springs,
I destroy myself, breathing with impunity, you know?
I do not want to get involved in projects glorious
to capture stars, selling lemons in
stalls on the beaches of tropical atolls. I too want
to wait for this wind, this
do anything to get anything,
dry out a little 'sweat.
I look for fullness in a cloud at night,
in a yellow fog, in a handkerchief embroidered
coffee in the morning,
the peace of a clear way of greetings.
And if you're waiting, close the door and go back to sleep,
I have nothing else to do, you know?
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