Lettera a Mio Padre

Of beasts like you
There are around and it's not easy
To spot them and you know why
They are mask makers

They spit on you in the world
Just to have an easy meal
I'm still here
I have tough skin even more than you

It's never simple
To accept recognizing you
Among my wrinkles that
Resemble more and more to yours
And this blood that
Tastes a bit like a monster and a bit like me
Makes me think that I would like to thank you
Because you're not here

Few wrinkles
Of expression
Nothing else of you
Survives in me
A surname to carry
Only this you will be
And you will never see me again

Of monsters like you
The world is full and it's not easy
To spot them and you know why
They have white hands and a gentle voice
But if you look at them closely
Inside their eyes you see nothing
They rent their heart to a black night
Devoid of any light

Few wrinkles
Of expression
Nothing else of you
Survives in me
A surname to carry
Only this you will be
And you will never see me again

Every evil is a good when needed
I have also learned to take a hit well
I've been out all the time
Out of myself and into the world
There's no more fear
And there's nothing
What was giant today is not seen
On the back you find scars and there you attach the wings

Few lines on the skin
Nothing else of you
Survives in me
A surname to carry
Only this you will be
And you will never see me again

Every evil is a good when needed
I have also learned to take a hit well
I've been out all the time
Out of myself and into the world
There's no more fear
There's nothing
What was giant today is not seen
On the back you find scars
And there you attach the wings

Every evil is a good when needed
I have also learned to take a hit well
Maybe one day I'll become a father
And I'll tell him to change the stars
And I'll tell him that a punch hurts
And that a word sometimes kills you
And when you have scars on your back
There you attach the wings