Planeing very slowly I get to visualise
your cheeks and your face, I feel I want to multiply
the good moments for the nightmares,
the mision is to look for the solution.
Building a paving
made an altar,
where I hide on fixed term
the feeling of supplicating the Gods
to take you far
and then transport me as well.
To a place next to the sun
where I may lose myself in a cloud
made of cotton, made of tar
where no one can see us, where nothing matters.
Slowly and with care,
I build a delusion,
architects of something new
with the shape of a heart,
smoking in bed
every morning
and then transport myself as well.
To a place near the sun
where I can get lost in a cloud
made of cotton, made of tar,
where no one can see us, where nothing matters.
It doesn't matter...