This is why I love twilight
I love being in the balance between light and dark
I love fading and I'm not ashamed of it
More life in a dry leaf than in a shoot
I am what the crow and the desk have in common
The second is why I live, the first is why I die
The wonder is in the unknown
The rope swings like a Polaroid
I sprint and come out of the shadows again
The echo that life leaves in every trace
I love the lashes that old age gives
Stretch marks on the skin, furrows on the face
Time dyes me silver like the Silver Surfer
I'm following my drawing with Staedtler pencils
Of course I'm not the lead actor
Of course I don't live 'forever'
Strange love for every doctor
Who becomes one and three, Peter Sellers
I swallow it and stay in the Buddha Bar-type chill
Like stuffed animals with claws at an amusement park
I still write in a Moleskin
I wouldn't go back to the way I was even if I could
I have no interest in successes
I just want to move on and enjoy being old
And I enjoy the time I have left
As always, out of the crowd
Press for silence, spacebar
The adjective that best fits is 'old'
Everything I believe in is retired
Journey into a new dimension
To stay standing like Stonehenge
But with each passing year
It's an exam that I fail because I'm inattentive
So many faculties that I took for granted
I only realize now that I'm losing them
My body is a temple and that's fine
In the sense that it falls apart, Parthenon
But other moons, other trials await me
While I mix Arte 2 with Arte 9
The number of friends who actually died increases
I don't mean they don't post on social media anymore
I am increasingly at ease inside the cemetery
So much humanity, so little ferocity
It's not the gravestones that terrify me
But bear the pain as long as I can bear it
The nostalgia that grows inside like dead weight
Then he tears me apart like a xenomorph alien does
It felt like I had the whole world in my palm
Now I fantasize about the last act
I'll leave in pain, I'll leave in a flash
Will I go to a bed or to the stage?
For now I'm just going to go out of focus
Like classical physics in quantum times
And this young man takes a photo of me
Just because his dad has all my albums
What's the point of rapping at my age?
I've been wondering this since I was thirteen
Baby, don't ask me for opinions on your record
If I like it you're taking a big risk
I wish you San Siro, San Francisco
But I don't understand your stuff, I'm old
And I enjoy the time I have left
As always, out of the crowd
Press for silence, spacebar
The adjective that best fits is 'old'
Everything I believe in is retired
Journey into a new dimension
To stay standing like Stonehenge
And maybe I've always been old