Written: November 2, 1998
In this world of couch potatoes
believe and I hope to be left out.
Although loneliness can be scary dell'inzio
I realized that I travel to live well in the center of myself
and frigates in the world that sometimes only see vorrebe sink. We are all
a little 'built, but in the end the soul is different from what they want to make it appear.
I hope that my fate is cruel.
Qaundo miss someone the world goes on, but inside a piece of the sky is empty.
Only music can close it .. at least for a sigh.
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