Intertwining of words lost on the bedside table, among a thousand sentences I will find mine
intertwining of noises await the morning, among a thousand sounds I will also find mine
looking for words I hope not too distorted, not too short or twisted
giving meaning to life and never to death
cultured, but not chosen by lot if possible even many that describe a why..
I don't believe in destiny, not even in hope but I really believe in dreams
I also believe in love in a relative way, I live passions..
Mine are words that make no sense but I didn't ask anyone to find it
tangles of visions on the wall there close, among a thousand images I will also find mine
with the usual words, the important thing is never banal, salts that in the end you are worth the same as normal people
but normal animals are animals compared to humans
full of ornamental skies, evils or so on
I don't believe in the afterlife, I feel a bit foreign if I think that beyond Hydra there really is
no alien how a my disorientated in a life that says with games at home..

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