BLACK SKIES

Behind black and dark skies,
in the stranger numbers like the 666.
L' dark it crosses your life,
the desert occupies your sight.
Black skies like pece,
your life is like a double node difficult to melt.
Sky from storm, power cargo.
L' dark it is left over to all gas,
the sun by now is a memory far away.

THE HISTORY

This is your history,
it seems a novel or a television film.
Laws between the lines, c' it is wonder astonishment and fantasy,
behind single and butterflies c' it is a sight.
A time the sun illuminated to you,
now ago scottare the words that you have.
Your sight has been consumed,
your slow and rigid hand

IT RESPECTS

It respects my existence,
it leaves it to fly far away.
It respects my resistance, not to stop it leaves to me me free.
Not ago badly to respect,
a lot more to live without to object.
Chip ax my difference without to judge.
I do not want to forget,
I want to know to listen.
To know to observe l' other,
without by force to have to imitate.

LIKE MOCKUPS

Like mockups the bodies dell' man,
lack of unforgivable respect.
Left marcire in the container,
their world ends there.
Candendo is broken off,
as it is gone on the land.
Their bodies like fragments.
They will not have torches or prayers,
they will travel to the buio.
They will ramble like dark shadows without light.

DREAMS

It does not depend from the life that slides the dreams are a never simple world. You do not have guilt if your world turns to back,
your continuous sun to make light.
Within the sense of your words thousand shadings and possibility.
Colorful and surrealistic world,
the dreams are fruit of my freedom.

DIARY OF ME

Per diem cake of my thoughts within your sheets thousand words.
The continuous pen to write,
words of my heart.
Diary of my travel I must be embarked on railroad three.
I tighten within dreams to convince,
overhead not are more the clouds.
My life is changed,
my world is an other.

COURT CHECKERS

Holding to me for hand raising your sweet look.
My sweet checkers difenditi,
from strange removed thoughts.
Checkers of my dreams conquistami,
within your court protected.
Submergeeed between dark thoughts,
dancing between fanti and principles.

THE HOUSE OF THE DOLLS

You are constructing your future,
what you put to us within your house of the dolls.
Perhaps a table and a bed,
more probable a useless television set.
Your beautiful plastic house,
people get lost to us.
House from politician in the luxury,
house of the useless waste.

A SIMPLE MAN WITHOUT RULES

Thinking next to said words already,
I would want to find some of other from dirti.
Within my heart I have a fire,
within the head the empty one.
I do not want to think next to this that it will happen,
to try in order to believe in what not sò.
Screaming my name it hopes in me,
a simple man without rules.

IF THE HEROES (DEDICATED TO NUMA)

I open the eyes and beginning to think,
my fingers move.
If the heroes are important for me,
you it are more.
Tightening in the mind a ace thus sweet and important.
If the memory is imporante,
you pressing sull' it exceeds it to accelleratore.
tightening in hand a flower memory you,
in mouth I have words of vital importance.
If the heroes within of they hold l' pride,
within me you are.

KIDNAPPED AND RIMBAMBITI (ADORNS REALITY)

Seated on to chair in front of the Tv,
watching to stupid reality.
Kidnapped or rimbambiti from to false truth,
dreamming to live in to reality.
People participate to adorn reality,
all beautiful ones leccatini without wake.
Kidnapped like in to video game,
rimbambiti like not never.
Kidnapped from this useless farce,
all beautiful leccatini little ones thus.

THE GREAT DREAM

It bet with same me,
a race against the time.
Crossing continent,
without money in pocket,
solo with same me.
Meeting the thousand faces of this world,
tightening hands in a sweet smile.
Thousand strategies thousand ways in order to survive,
turning for the world without a money in pocket.
Thousand various customs and ways,
between various foods and strategies.
Tightening ties within the heart,
carrying dreams to the light of the truth.

INQUISIZIONE

To investigate on dark truths,
in order not insabbiare this that is dark.
Inquiring on your sins,
it will discover all without having mercy.
Trascinandoti in court will make you to perish,
between corporal pains and confessions.
Closing the eyes you will not exit dall' incubus,
tightening in hand a rose you will not see the paradise.
But with the money you will only arrive to us,
an one-way ticket towards un' unknown truth.

YOUR rivalry

Opening you see it to the eyes,
a new day without pauses.
Sbattendoti giornalmente you carry ahead your life,
with smiles of understandings finds the force.
The sun illuminates your way,
from as soon as come down from the bed till your return to house.
Steps between people of your city,
with a look from true rivalry.
Tightened in yours they live sexy,
your rivalry to what serves.

THE WIND

The sweet wind is arriving,
as music from plan is approached.
Goodness knows what says in its speech,
blowing sweetly it moves the leaf.
It crosses to me within raising all,
eliminating all the one which good is not.
A rebirth sense leaves me,
from morning to evening the joy c' it is.

BETWEEN FORCE AND GLORY

Lasciatemi raise alone, the force of the arm does not leave me.
All the force that I
was there,
inside rebel my heart.

The glory not stà in the do not to fail,
but in the to raise itself every time that falls.

The last candle

The last candle is extinguished, it brought heat in your room.
It gave light to your dessert face,
by now sunk in the shade.


Obscurity winds you inside,
you feel yourself tighten in its vice.
You would want to react or to show that chained to him you won't stay there.


The last candle has consumed its wax,
the last hope consumes him.

Woman Of Crystal

In your sphere of crystal thing you see, if you see my future tell me him if you know him/it.
What you want to tell me,
I see you embarrassed,
what there is.


What you hide in your heart of crystal,
who six you woman of the sphere of crystal.


Inside that room dark alone bushels,
among the hands the sphere that by now not seve more.
All alone in an angle to think,
tightening the fists starts to fight.

FELINE

Listens you/he/she is not the moment to play,
I am tired to suffer by now.
I throw out the claws to scratch,
I feel me as a feline in offensive.


I want my liberty, I want to fly,
I want all of this that is up to me.


And' the moment to beat,
doesn't want to suffer anymore.
You hurt only me,
I tell you now it is enough.

It Brings yourself

Street light Sheets they wind you,
softly rests turn on a side.
A breath blows as a dessert melody,
who knows that thoughts you tighten in your mind.


A light smile is stamped on your face,
literally lost you have left me.
Slowly you open the eyes and you open your heart,
a new day everything to be lived is in front of you.


Walks for road not sò,
brings away by now yourself from me together with who.

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

Deep Breath you are Beautiful close to me,
lengthening the hands I feel your body.
As of enchantment you smile at me,
I feel a strength flow me in the veins.


As one day of August you are beautiful,
also when you are not with me.
Opening my hand I feel you,
your heart pulzante invades me inside.


My life is a continuous routine,
by now it is everything anticipated.
Among your braccias however all can change,
this dessert love that won't end.

PUPAZZETTO ENIGMATICO

Burns everything in this world,
it burns all of this that is you.
You don't succeed in understanding you,
your words are a mystery.


Your enigmatic pupazzetto marks yourself the time that he/she remains.
Hidden in you don't have strength anymore,
inside of you only the silence and the dark.


Your rose by now you/he/she has faded,
you must react to this situation.
The moment has perhaps arrived to fight,
the enigmatic pupazzetto waits by now yourself.

POISON

With the poison that flows her in the veins,
thousand mutations, thousand new dimensions.
With the body twisted by the pain,
life flows away bringing himself/herself/itself behind its wake.



to try to stop the pain that tries.
To try once more to fly,
but without wings you won't fly of certain.


The poison by now you/he/she has reached the heart infecting the blood and your life.

Without Trace

in the middle of the green between plants and flowers leave her/it to you to lose, without trace and without age.
Alone in you as a woman in the snow.

Allow to be her/it alone with herself,
without an if, without a but.
As a hermit leave her/it to you to go.

You remember that cross you inside and out,
your dreams curse by now you.

Where you are flying you don't know him/it,
you have lost by now the compass.
There is not more nothing for you here the moment has arrived perhaps to migrate.

My Nature

This is my nature, its fruit is the satisfaction.
What nature is,
from where it comes.
It almost seems an alien on the earth.


This strange skin that doesn't raise him,
my nature is what it is up to me.
These fingers and this heart it is all of this that I have.

Fruit of me,
fruit of satisfaction.

The Desert Inside of You

you Feel as you shoot to the horizon as a war in action.
You observe the horizon,
but they are only there dark and loneliness.

You grasp your rifle ready to shoot to sight,
the silence and the loneliness I am your company.
You wait for the enemy looking at the horizon.

The shots are your imagination,
few companions are nearby you.
The silence ago from master to the situation.

YOU ARE SO ICARO

Your wax wings as an angel in flight.
Don't approach you too much to the sun,
risks to fall in low without thinking.

The day when you will slip down as an angel without wings will arrive.
And so that it turns the wheel,
your future creates him/it from you.

Flying so tall you will fall down,
without brake you will go to touch the fund.

THUNDERSTORM

Small drops cross you,
inside that end has done your sun.
By now you/he/she has abandoned you leaving by now you alone to your destiny.

Your internal rain is killing you,
you feel yourself compress inside.
You don't know how to stop this car,
sucks wish blood.

Tightening in hand a nothing,
and in head thoughts too you don't succeed in stopping.

Always In Solitary

Change in the night, every thing is strange to the eye.
You walk in the desert as a soul without roof,
there is no space there is not even time for the one whom resurfaces.


You feel yourself distracted,
the head it turns yourself to thousand.
the words and the emotions are born,
it burns the soul of whom in life you/he/she has condemned.


To judge is the only thing that people know how to do,
not to give him space, not to give him time.

The Pedals Of the World

Six within in the world,
the sky allows yourself a deep furrow.
The world walks on your body,
you are not perfect but nobody has ever been him/it.



You feel yourself alive but it is difficult to communicate,
there is no touch for the one who has exploited you.
Show me your pure heart,
it returns to pedal your world.

TOMORROW

You allow yourself to softly go to the sound of the carrilion you put to sleep yourself.
It is who knows tomorrow another day as it will be.



With a man nearby, sweets words sweet his tomorrow.
Shaking his hand, expressing thoughts and emotions.


Then softly you awake,
who knows that sweet dream you will make tonight.

On My Skin

I am tired and I don't want to fight anymore against someone or something that he/she wants to command me.
With the refusal to be to feel pretenses words and emotionalism,
fighting 365 days the year,
the whole impassive time staying in front of the event.


The liver has abandoned me,
but despite all I have learned.
By now my self explodes,
as thousand stars in sky it will become.

OBSCURITY

The time never passes,
only in your world you scrutinize in distance.
The king of your mind plays dirty on your present.
Far it is the day,
you feel yourself suffocate and to encircle from irrelevant shades.

You are not able to go on anymore,
perhaps it is time to ask the change.
You don't change mind on the things and on us.

There is dark inside of you,
slowly you wind yourself inside your halo,
so you will fly over the bars and every wall.

Photo Of the Future

Remembers Yourself that image of the future,
that photo where we were afraid.
Yours was the future,
mine was the dark.


Yours on I break in thousand pieces,
who knows as if a puzzle you have recomposed him.

Photo of the future, the insecure's photo,
yours and my life in the immense sky.

CHILUM AND COMPLEXION

There is a girl that goes countercurrent,
the negative one doesn't belong to her anymore.
You makes a chilum when it comes her desire,
his/her mind it flies in the new dimension.


Little by little he changes skin,
he/she listens to Stooges and Nirvana.
It knows well his/her destiny and his/her smile.

You feels as the King of every complexion,
hands respect for every distinction.

FUTURE

you push Me toward streets that I don't know,
you delude me to be able to go out from there without hurting me.
Joy is something antiquated,
it doesn't have present,
neither future.
Irresponsibility is not negative,
it needs to know how to dominate her/it.
Push me toward correct streets,
this it is not my future.
My future is made of Punk,
not of crack.

ICEBERG

Trip between thousand colors and thousand ideas,
tries to travel to thousand with the mind.
You lose yourself in the silence that is,
the only street is here this.

Footsteps among the icebergs,
activate your imagination, as an angel flies away.

The silence makes me reflect,
I don't move me, I have hands and frozen feet,
but the mind he/she is alive.

You feels only the noise from the barge,
the silence he/she takes all and he/she doesn't leave anything.

ANGEL

Who you are you,
that have a good time hiding you.
Who you are,
I don't see you but I feel your perfume.

You open your wings,
show me your face.

Who are you that you scrutinize me from behind the curtain,
who six you that you cry to chain without brake.

It shows your face unknown angel,
show your pulsating heart of life.

Skies open above of us,
show me your face.
Stars expand him on our sky and you you don't make yourself see.

I race in the night

I race in the night,
I race where also the last man wants to change.
I swim in this sea,
I race on the steps of my city,
flight among dark truths.

All keeps silent out

All keeps silent out,
the silence invades you.
Rests sat with a cigarette,
waiting who knows what.

All keeps silent out,
all keeps silent inside of you.

The silence winds you, it seems yourself to walk only,
with the snow that he softly caresses yourself.

To the Limit Of the Folly

Badminton the birds in the sky the fishes swim in the water you make a will it stops as the stone holding back the breath.

Tell me that day is tell me that world is tell me if there is hope that changes face.

The night recommends your sun it illuminates yourself but the dark remains.

without turning

without turning you that road that is not you new.
You return on your footsteps,
it is a trip in the past and every thought it is still a memory ready rieccoti to give yourself.

How you believe to do him/it, without smile you won't go far.
I respect your decision I never bow me to his/her/their master and I will keep on rebelling