La Casa Di Un Poeta

The house of a poet
Doesn't have four walls
The house of a poet
Respects his secrets
The house of a poet
Is hanging from a star
And looks for new sheets
Between boredom and sparks
The house of a poet
Sometimes leaves
Leaves but then returns
With one less window because
Because it hurts a poet
To look outside where everything is as it is
And the mannequin that falls
Damn reality
It's the little emotions
The most important things
And I want to live them alone
To make them big

The house of a poet
Is a moon in the desert
Is a diamond in the mud
Is the secret of a liar
The house of a poet
You know, you have to enter to understand it
You would understand that it's crazy
To stay in the middle of a pond
The house of a poet
In the end, it's just an invention
It's the evening that confuses
And hides this sun
But the house of a poet
Is the space that gives light
Among the leaves of a hedge
It's the need to fly

It's the little emotions
The most important things
And I want to live them alone
To make them big