Pezzi Di Vetro

The man who walks on pieces of glass
they say he has two souls and a tough branch gender in his heart
and a moon and fires behind him while he dances and dances,
under the right angle of a star.
Nothing to do with the circus,
no acrobats or fire eaters,
more like a barefoot saint,
when you see that it doesn't cut, you already know.
You could fall in love with him,
maybe you're already in love with him,
what does it matter if he's twenty years old
and in the folds of his hand,
there's a line that curves and he answers seriously
"it's mine"; hinting at life.
And you already know the end of the conversation,
it was running water a while ago that has now stopped here.
The man who jumps knows no fear
and wins on glass and breaks bottles and laughs and smiles,
because hurting oneself is not impossible,
dying less than ever and then never.

Together visited is the night that they say has two souls
and a bed and a useful and sweet hut roof
like an umbrella stretched between the earth and the sky.
He offers you his last card,
his last precious attempt to amaze you,
when he says "It's been four days that I love you,
please, don't go away, don't leave me hurt".
And you still haven't understood why,
you left me in a minute all that you have.
But you're fine where you are. But you're fine where you are