La teoria del caos

Who doesn’t seek tears of clay and happy endings,
breathing deeply, sleeping soundly under the lights of the sky..
who doesn’t look for comfort in a sweet bait without tears, without guilt..?
in a withered Eden nothing grows, only echoes
hope’s dry trees with their roots cut off,
cracked earth in suspense waiting for the moment
sometimes pain should just stay inside
I still try.. tough facade, weak foundations,
the day ends with a gloomy prose
Do you see the dawn? Who’s right and who has reasons?
In front of the scale that weighs the hearts
leave the poetry at the door, wait awake, there’s no rush
she can also sleep in a sphere
it’s the heritage of insomnia, not of spring,
eternal search turned into eternal waiting..
I don’t see the light, nobody sees it, nobody at once
I don’t see the judge, nobody sees him
I don’t see the cross, I see the chess
not who moves the piece when they know who they are
I’ll take my hands to my head
you’ll put your hands in your pockets,
I feel the weight, the hit, the effect of the backlash, turned to stone
Who can’t handle it? Even if sometimes you breathe an air
that’s like ash in the throat....

When the tide rises
when you need to cling to anything
I’ll be with you and it’ll all be harder but it’s not my fault
it’s you who provokes me in practice and in theory. (x2)

Today I recover feelings I had lost
today I recover feelings
tomorrow I’ll lose them again if I think there are good reasons
something goes away and doesn’t come back
the soul leaves the nest, are you there? put yourself in my shoes
I suffer when I see you on a cheap TV plate,
talk to me shooting star, calm moon, make it worth following your trail,
I live in a world of debts and broken ideals
some look for the photo
others go to light candles, neither my voice nor my vote
everything has a price
the aftermath can be disguised in a sea of cinnamon
where ideas drift with no one to write them
and describe them, they’re wounded
daughters of passive fixed minds
frozen passions
you want to go further and suddenly the phone rings, they won’t let you
what are you complaining about?
the problem is that the more you distance yourself, the less you’re part of the system
of others, who doesn’t want to be loved?
many times wanting to be loved leaves you hurt..
does it make sense? when someone throws the stone
I won’t be the one to say it was me, I’ll have spat, dude..
sculpted images of clay from the present
that will resist until the current takes them away
that’s how it’s always been...

When the tide rises
when you need to cling to anything
I’ll be with you and it’ll all be harder but it’s not my fault
it’s you who provokes me in practice and in theory.
(x2)