Il Mora

.viandante.

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Registered: Nov 2001
Posts: 164 (0.02 al dì)
Location: piacenza/milano
Corso: tico
Anno: ma boh
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in a room that doesn't smell of sex
i'm facing the truth
of a life that on the surface
is totally free of ambiguities

how it is to feel important
and feel honesty on your body
i'd like to be sincere in first place
and sincere with myself

i wanted to go out on the street and shout
and i wanted the street to listen
i wanted to own up on your face
and i wanted you to understand

words often betray deceive and fool
...and miss, sometimes
when you'd know exactly what to say
if only there were words to play

there seems to be no balance anymore
when i need to be someone
and feel underestimated, insulted
and don't realize that i'm the first
who underestimates

i wanted to teach you something
and I wanted you to be influenced
i wanted your eyes to look at me
admiring not taking for granted

i wanted my house to be filled up
and i wanted you to be in
i wanted my birthday to be remembered
for what i really mean

i savagely need the right to be
to be myself
to me it was granted and deprived
when life peremptorily sentenced

there came growing my physical need
to change the way
you have decided to see me
from a static and partial point of view

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more and more there is this animal
looking out thorugh my eyes
capitalism is the devil's wet dream
the big plan is just to keep spinning, 'cause the big bang is always just beginnin'