Ciento Once

111... is the hotel room
111... is the emergency number for those who feel alone
111... are the people who love me
111... are the people who hate me
111... is the plane ticket
111... makes the perfect number
111... is me and was me
111... a newborn baby who will sleep happily on the back of the past

And you say you are moved by everything
A child smiling in the mist at dawn
And you say your dreams are so insignificant
But very early in the morning, you transform them into paper
It's the magic and poetry of a day that slips away
While you take a walk alone at night
Going through the difficulty of smiling and crying
Those like you who touch the divine

And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they will tell you that you are not as sweet
Because you know how to hide love

But Speak, dream, dance, and sing without stopping
Give your love generously
Write it believing that it's already one hundred eleven or more kilos of fantasy

And you say you are moved if you hear my songs
Of sex and love and other emotions
In just four minutes, your heart opens
And you dream that you feel better than before
The traffic lights and the gray of a very cloudy day
In the bar, you have a drink absentmindedly
You hear messages that until yesterday you hadn't understood that the heart of city angels has read

And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they will tell you that you are not as sweet
Because you know how to hide love
But Speak, dream, dance, and sing without stopping
Give your love generously
Write it believing that it's already one hundred eleven or more kilos of fantasy

And if someone makes you seem like a saint
Just tell them you prefer to be a cat
And the television that is drunk empty
Take your path
If you see that everyone today looks at you with suspicion
It's because they know very little about respect
If you see that everyone wants to see you in the mud
Leave them aside

And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they will tell you that you are not as sweet
Because you know how to hide love

But Speak, dream, dance, and sing without stopping
Give your love generously and write it believing that it's already one hundred eleven or more kilos of fantasy