Figure Di Cartone

In a strange world all your own
Made of cardboard figures
And many cloth dolls, you live
You live closed within those four walls
You don't remember who brought you there
And you only know those who play with you now
You don't have the anxieties of the future
For you, time has no more value
What you did yesterday, you'll do again tomorrow
And in your dreams
You talk to the angels
In a closed circle of madness
You have lost your youth
Like a flower taken from the branch in spring
You give a name to all the butterflies
And confess your loves to the wind
You dance alone in the empty hallways when it's evening
You hold your pillow tight to your chest
And on the white wall is drawn
The profile of a woman with her child
And so happily you fall asleep