Il Vaso

Once upon a time there was a vase
It lived on the wood
And I got to know it
And treated it like a child
I painted it blue
Because I loved the stars
And filled it with flowers
Because I hated death
We always joked around
And teased the passersby
So foolish and mundane
Trapped in their ideals
But what’s more beautiful
Than a vase that promises you
To protect the flowers
That you gave it

And one day that vase
With a gust of wind
Broke and fell to the ground
I tried to piece it back together
I thought I could do it
And at first I was fooled
That it could go back
To how it was before
After all, everything gets fixed
You just have to wait
You just have to wait
You just have to die
But then I started to notice
The cracks
And the vase accused me
I should have stopped
That gust of wind
That made it fall
It’s no longer happy
And I can’t love anymore

And from this experience
I learned one thing
When a vase falls
Grab a broom and dustpan
Put your soul at peace

The vase
The vase
That I painted blue
The vase
That’s not like it was before
No, no
It’s not like it was before
No
The vase is no more
The vase is no more
The vase is no more like before
The vase is no more like before
It’s not like before
The vase is no more
And it’s not like before