I looked inside a lie
and I understood that it’s a disease
that in the end can never be cured
and I tried to convince myself
... that you don’t have it.
And I looked inside your house
and I realized it was madness
to have thought you were only mine
and I tried to forget
to not look.
And I watched television
and I got the impression
that they were stealing my time and that you...
... that you steal my love
but then I walked a lot and outside
there was a great noise...
that I no longer thought about all these things.
And I looked inside an emotion
and I saw so much love in it
that I understood why you can't command the heart.
And that's okay...
without words... without words...
And that's okay, without words
And that's okay, without words
And while watching television
I got the impression
that they were stealing my time and that you...
that you steal my love
but then I walked a lot and outside
there was a big sun
that I no longer thought about all these things...
And that's okay...
without words... without words...
And that's okay, without words
And that's okay, without words
QUESTO CARO MARCIO E' UN TESTO. A COSPETTO DI QUESTA POESIA NON SOLO MONDO MARCIO PUO' ESSERE CRITICATO MA ANCHE OFFESO E INFANGATO. VERGOGNA