Ho incrociato la morte
occhi dolci e sospetti.
Ha teso le mani aperte
ma ormai era tardi.
...
Catching
The dream before it's gone
Thinking
About one better word
...
I met a girl who was alone
She told mer her man was just gone.
I asked her if she would come
With me where other people are.
...
To be with her
It's like sitting on a bubble
Above all humans' hells
Above all mind's troubles
...
A jewel you were, sure
A boiling chips you are
And your foaming oil
Is burning my skin
...
I'll be unwriting
(unreasonably unsleep)
unabout my love
(unloved) .
...
What the hell
this ringing bell!
And it's already set
O'clock at seven!
...
I am on my chair
Watching boring football match
Drinking not cold beer
...
As a wreck
in a no men' sea
there is not so much to do
but, at least you got a shape
...
then
someone may find
that little drop
to water our soul
...