Cosa Rimane
Roby Facchinetti
What Remains
I believe I made good music
collecting new days
I have never found myself
without love and breath.
I exchanged rings and anxieties
indifference and emotion
because there are people to throw away
and dear people.
What is left for me to do
what can amaze me
what is there that I
do not already know
maybe, where is it.
In the second half of my life
I want to get to know
my friend who lives
in my head and my room.
We grew up together like puppies
in Italy in black and white
with sex among the clouds
boarding into the future.
It was a breathless journey
there is so much world out there
but there is a part of me
that is not with me
who knows, where is it.
Among the appointments not to miss
there is a door to break down
I hid the uncomfortable pieces
and threw away the key.
I want to go in and take risks
only in my best time
I will put myself back, I will put it back
maybe, no.
