Marco Masini

I know that time knows we're hidden here, fleeing from reality... AND WHO CARES... the iguana of your steps, your living orchid groin where my eyes drown and time becomes ambiguous. I won’t move from here anymore, embraced by a cross, you, while the sun floods the blue... AND WHO CARES... I want what you want, I want the time I don't have, and I'll have it!