I, who have never been a sherpa
I know that reaching the summit is hard
And that a good trip never ends nearby
I carry this stubborn head as luggage
Today I walk along new paths
that even so bring me old memories
The mind is a mirror, it's on the table
and it insists on recalling the stuff that I don't care about
Barely. Sorrows, joys, allergies
Synergies of energy, inertias that never end
This is the game of fire and of being flame bearers
It demands the best of us, it burns up the oxygen
I managed to sneak my tiny epistle into your earpiece
and chat with a rebel in a disco bar
I'm just a terrible, bipolar earthling
I had an avian passion and couldn't fly
But even so I still dive, if I plummet
at least let it be giving my best, if I wake up
at least let it be from a good dream, if I mess it up
at least let it be facing the challenge like a big man
looking the dragon in the eye, that if I leap into the void
it be with my people and with courage
If I make you blush, let it be with a compliment
that if I run into you, you stay for a stretch
because, in fact, what I want is that you like it
that it feels so close that it scares you
You and I having a good time tonight
Get sexy and take a selfie that shows it
I'm not singing you a lie
We came to be water where everything combusts
The vein's stone of the earth that embeds itself
in the jewel of a soul that suffers and wants its soufflé
They're paths I didn't walk
Puffing up my chest I'll head back to the mountain for laurel
When the tributaries merge
and the channel swells, sometimes the current is cruel
They're paths I didn't walk
and they carry me over and over to the same brothel
They're paths you use to flee
when it's your f*cking memory that prostitutes itself
Here we stand firm, we talk about paths of fireproof lives
That's what we're talking about
about those who take part in choosing fate
and cultivate goals with personal ends
It was at least magical that we crossed paths in the past
and today it's necessary that we say goodbye
The instant when we both floated hand in hand
I keep it recorded in case I need to remember it
in case I need to recall you, I'm not always strong
More than once I want to cling to the oblivion of the present
and tell myself again that I set out to leave
fighting the hungry snake in my belly
and if it had been up to me I'd still be with you today
I'd have stayed with time frozen
and the future mortgaged, but the inexorable around here
is vox populi, there are still details to polish
To converge, to share and, even if it hurts, to finish; as cold as logical
Accept the painful; I know that it used to be useful
I don't want to be powerful, nor a dull pugilist
in the vital battle, the existential race
parallel paths but with different endings
For everyone: one love, one blood, one life
We'll meet again at the end of the game
They're paths I didn't walk
Puffing up my chest I'll head back to the mountain for laurel
When the tributaries merge
and the channel swells, sometimes the current is cruel
They're paths I didn't walk
and they carry me over and over to the same brothel
They're paths you use to flee
when it's your f*cking memory that prostitutes itself
I leave home in a tank top
with the keys loose in my hand
It's a strange heat for a May afternoon. Overwhelming!
I look at the sky and realize
nothing will ever be the same again
every end of a cycle is necessary
I turn up the music in my headphones
and clear a path through the neighborhood
I've always known that they want us to go with the flow
they tell you what's good for you
but I want to move and improvise
unlearning so that I can move forward
I fight against the fear of freedom
I risk it because I want something new to come
for reasons that reason will never understand
The la vie en rose they paint is scrawny
boring and cold, kind of tasteless
with stupid rules assumed, I prefer to face
all the mistakes that life carries implicitly
One more day waking up late, I need to get clear
I close minor decisions to tackle the real ones
I'm not waiting for a train, a train that never comes
the wait on the platform is an eternity
Constant movement brings a new challenge
to turn the dream into reality
a necessary beginning is born
and to jump again with kindred people to the edge
Sometimes I feel the wound of departure
but there are rewards that balance it when they arrive
A new fire always comes that goes and returns
A new fire always comes that goes and returns
A new fire comes that goes and always
A new fire comes that goes and returns