Love is not a sin,
It is not a Mystery,
It is not a choice,
It is not a thought.
Love, that of the movies.
The love of "What zodiac sign are you"?
There is affinity, an appetizer, who knows if ever
maybe, something, something will happen.
The love of this night
It doesn't count at all -
in fact, it is both cursed
and damned
I will not come back
Because you don't have a future
and I already have a little time for myself -
to let all the people like you go.
In the meantime i take this metro;
and the only one who smiles is a hooker.
and then I prefer to dream
because it like this, like this, I know it,
that I let myself go.
And you stay the only one in the world,
like a room that needs tidiness
remains motionless on the alter;
you are a song that I never
have known how to sing.
Love will happen
... or maybe it has already happened
but you didn't see it
and you see it just now-
But tonight I stay at home
to cook a life
as if it was a good buffet dish.
I know, love is shameless,
love is selfish,
love is an act of necessity to you.
and while I browse this stupid newspaper
I think that in the bottom everything is regular.
and then I prefer to dream
because it like this, like this, I know it,
that I let myself go.
and then I prefer to dream
because from here the reality
hides better than
under the deluge
You, from the other part of the world,
like a room that needs tidiness
remains motionless on the alter;
you are a song that I never
have known how to sing.