It is a playful passion,
A positive feeling,
A look and a thought
That doesn't rest.
It's the life that is happening,
It's the cure of the time,
It's a big chance
It isn't a challenge,
It isn't a revenge,
It isn't the pretence to be better,
The victory isn't the applause of the world,
Of what happens, a deep meaning
It's the thread of a kite,
A fine balance,
It isn't "what", but "how",
It's a matter of style,
It belongs neither to many nor to few people,
But only to some,
It's a conquest, a necessity
It isn't the goal of a mission,
But neither is for fun,
It's not like "you care",
It's not like "it's the same",
It isn't growing old by changing the channel,
Having to grow old isn't an obligation
Hearing and paying attention,
Getting drunk with love,
It's an obsession,
It's the job I live
And the ink clinging
To this sheet of paper,
It's my attempt
At being worthy of all this