Building. Fermo.
unable to move.
Lost in the swamp, trapped in the pond.
Blind. Without light.
Without sun, no stars.
Without roads, without outputs.
even the relief of a mirage.
Not even the energy of an illusion.
remains motionless, but seething inside.
Anger, rebellion.
Do you feel that split the world.
Do you feel that the overthrow of everything.
But you will remain firm and property.
Blocked by what you are.
Prevented from what are not.
You know you want to make a fist, but
not know with whom you want to take, and you're so
to beat the empty
perhaps because you are too cowardly
perhaps because this is where you rebels out there but here.
Rebellion to this face, this signature rebellion, rebellion
these knees and these scars.
And you ashamed of your anger.
of those six and you were not.
than they think and that's not true.
So is it all inside. A smile and a joke
conceal any evidence.
"How are you?" "Tutt'apposto. And they
with this.
