I have no words to express
what's going on in this world.
I know something is happening
but I can't describe it.
I have no concepts that allow me to transmit
or understand what's going on in this world.
If it's the same as before,
without fear of being wrong
one could label it with the right invective
to stand out its most fundamental essence.
But now there's no useful saying
and it won't be found in the smartest books
of the smartest people, the heirs of postmodernists,
nothing but a ferocious bar code
and a glossary of words that can't lie.
I have no words, and today neither youth
who live believing they express themselves.
When they're only buying
a happy meal of expression.
Or one for bad boys made up
half century ago at the Rolling Stones kitchen.
I have no words to describe the feeling,
the expression of what's going on.
But I want this silent scream
to become some kind of certification
that something is happening as long as nobody says what it is.