Borsato Marco
The Truth
You Are Sitting On Roses
You get out of bed and you walk carefully with
your eyes closed. It is dark in the house and you are looking for the light button. Half in your sleep, you bump your head and feel your way to the closet. You pull a sweater from the pile and put it on the wrong way around. You take a sprint down the stairs but you don't see your shoes. You scramble up and with luck you're just up. Time for a quick breakfast and yet you don't complain because. >You're in good hands
Although sometimes something trivial goes wrong
At intervals
You see how beautiful life is
You have a ticket if you're late for your car
Bent and for the umpteenth time you find yourself stuck with your wheel. To the office and back to your boss as quickly as possible
And yet you don't complain because
You're in good hands
Although sometimes something trivial goes wrong
With intervals
You see how beautiful life is
You shrug your shoulders, you walk on whistling
And you parry every setback with a smile
You look at yourself and think: I love life
it's all relative
You're in good hands
Just because you were born here
You're in the right place
Although things sometimes go wrong something trivially wrong
At intervals
You see how beautiful life is
You're in good hands
Although occasionally things go terribly wrong
At intervals you see how beautiful life is

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