Rit:
Do I seem changed to you?
But it's still me!
And how long? past?
But it's still me!
My face? behind glass?
But it's still me!
And fame knocks you out.
But it's always...
Love, roses,
the kisses, the enemies, the evenings, the dinners,
rides in friends' cars,
the slaps received on the bike,
the trip, either her or the friend,
the motorbike, the car, the mufflers
the flat tables, the suitable nights,
the groupies of groups and the made faces.
The great fear of the syringe,
the first kiss with the tongue,
the first time, the first puff,
the great myths that I still admire
my works, my colors
the posters, the records, the photos and graffiti
the times when I didn't feel suitable
and the shitty figures I made.
The tattoos seen in the mirror
Will I have them? even when I will be? old
but ? just skin, right? immortal
and sooner or later you will have to throw it away
the missed trains, the money spent, the fake stories of four months
high school and then graduation and finally out of the coma
the girls without style, football-tennis in the courtyard
uncoordinated Saturday evenings, names and numbers never called
friendships at work and days spent alone
the times when I didn't feel suitable
/>and the shitty figures I've made.
My fear, my adventure in this music, how long does it last
the exact move, the right rhyme, the mechanism when it triggers
the multinationals in running do they make room? red light
you blame me and I understand you but then listen to what I saw
flash flash fiber, you feel the envy on you
as if I were running on foot and you in the car driving me chase
c'? a side of me that falls apart, and? the part that you don't see
the times when I didn't feel suitable
and the shitty figures I made.

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