23-12-2002
Time had warned me, I would be a rare case, and nothing
more
Time had warned me, I would be nothing but a deep
thinker,
as for my life I would not find a true love, just a
rare, rare
kind of pain, a pain turned into grief, and grief
turned into cronic
sadness, I managed to see my face in the mirror, while
crying like a misunderstood, little poor child, son of
nature but
enemy to love and difficult to lovers.
Time had warned me, I would not be the same, after
thousands
of nervous breakdowns, all counted down through my
spine,
today I'm weak, tomorrow I'll be stuck in my bedroom,
thinking
of the impossible, of course, while the others joyfully
fall in love...
I'll be nastily crunching a piece of bread while a nice
couple is
augmenting their love passion, the man outside the door
is deeply
kissing her beloved sweetheart, and the night is coming
to an
end, while for them is getting very near the start, the
start
of a memorable next-to-come love night.... They'll be
flying, for
sure, I'll be sinking, once more, sorrow will accompany
me along
this unsure, obscure path, bringing me gentle madness,
taking me
nowhere. Their laugh is my epitaph, their huge love my
grave,
see them getting smart kisses, I can "feel"
for just one second,
the warm touch of long and astounding embraces, I would
like
to be there, but sadly I'm only here, the distance
appears to be
so short, for me it's nothing but one thousand miles.
They joke and they scream while you are silently dying,
no-one
here seems to respect your gorgeous, unbeatable silence.
I wish I could run faster than light, even faster than
my memories,
faster than faster, reaching things that have got no
name, and
maybe they ever won't, because to the world I'm a
nameless guy
with a faceless identity.
And I'll keep counting my sweet clouds, while the
others just
keep counting the number of their kisses.
Touch a cloud for me, my friend.
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