smell the roses, do not know that it's their job
Grandmothers whitening only duty
are dark times in which it is hard to find shade
The flowers always know shelter the blame
I doubt explode in front of two paths: one made of mirrors
but without desire,
of thorns and the other wants to start over, let
what I find and try to find out
time the medal is won
expert tightrope tightrope walker who flies a whistling loudly
as saying. .. fatigue is a story that does not concern me
and no! and no! and no! not that I will never stop missing
heaven and the voice of Charlie Chaplin!
flowers say it's time to flower
and are curious about how it will end
are dark times in which it is hard to find shade
the time I leave ...
overtime I earn a candle, and I lent a sphere
to reread the past a bit 'fake and commanded
as: the man on the moon
like rain on the bad luck!
and no! and no! and no! not that I will not stop
give me a guitar and sing me
(Bandabardò)
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