english

back to breathing

It doesn't hurt, but you feel it when your breath is short. It seems like one of those dreams that ends in the void.

You keep falling while you want to scream but can't until you've reached the bottom.

It's not a dream now, though, when a new day begins, and the night that gave birth to it felt more like a sunset. The alarm has already gone off, you curse it and leave, you're at the window watching this world go by.

And you think about this tape, no, it didn't come out well, and you'd like to take a trip back in time like Marty, who knows, maybe a DeLorean will fix everything. But life isn't Netflix, there's no restart button, but you can at least try to rewrite the ending.

I want to breathe well again, to when I walked the streets of the neighborhood, I want to go back to that feeling, as if the future were a football field, I want to go back there and be under the sun, with you, chasing an emotion.

I want to go back to when I rode my scooter to school and felt like Marco Polo. I tried to be someone, but I should have just been myself. Ultimately, I owe it to that dream come true, to those who look at me as if I were her in the mirror. I'd like to be that clown again, happy and proud, without masks and lipstick.

I want to breathe well again, to when I walked the streets of the neighborhood. I want to go back to that feeling, as if the future were a football field, with my friends, sweaty and happy, with you in my heart chasing an emotion.

I don't know if there's a recipe; to rewrite destiny, it would take a DeLorean and a mad scientist for a friend. I know I want it now, I'm not sure how yet, I know I'm trying to rewrite the script.

I want to breathe well again, to when I walked the streets of the neighborhood. I want to go back to that feeling, as if the future were a football field, with my friends, sweaty and happy, with you in my heart chasing an emotion. I want to breathe well again, to when I walked the streets of the neighborhood. I want to go back to that feeling, when the future was a blank canvas and I chose to paint it with you.

tornare a respirare

english 

Alone together

I remain here in the dark, alone with you,
it's another short, long night where I think about time taking everything from me, and then I listen to your breathing as you pretend to sleep.

It seems like a script now, there's no way to talk, we face each other like boxers in this metaverse.

I don't know how it happened, we who always said "we won't be like the others" have finally become two perfect strangers.

And so we are alone and together tonight, I listen to your breathing, while your heart searches for me with your hand, your mind is there to stop it, because no, "I won't let you win."
Win or die.

We were the sun, and now we prefer the darkness even if it scares us, because turning back seems like a bit of a drag.

So we remain here, suspended in this dimension, walking, without looking back, aware of losing ourselves.

And so we are alone and together tonight. I listen to your breathing, while your heart searches for me with its hand, and your mind is there to stop it, because no, "I won't let you win."
Win or die.

Recklessness is a child's thing, but also a thing of us who are in love now, yes, but only with ourselves, and so we stand there pointing fingers, eager to point out who betrayed love, hiding behind the word "sacrifice" all the lost promises of that shared dream.

And so we are alone and together tonight. I listen to your breathing, while your heart searches for me with its hand, and your mind is there to stop it, because no, "I won't let you win."
But I do want to lose.

soli insieme

english

Elections

Look here, come on, the politician is on TV, the coolest one, and he says the time is ripe for a rethink of certain systems.
We need to promise a little well-being; the recipe is so simple after all.
What's the cost of a little freedom? How about sleeping on the terrace at night?

So, elections, trumpets blaring, pencils unsheathed, who can stop us? Just watch out for the usual suspects, cash dispensers.

Gentlemen, come to the elections, in large numbers! Get rid of those charlatans, the new is advancing, the change! Ibiza is nothing, everyone to parliament!

You're fed up with freedom by now, so what does it matter, let's buy cannons! Make war, not love, the time has come to raise your voice.

But in your office, Bro, calm down! Prepare your tongue, practice it well, you're only 80 years old, and not long to go, maybe a luxury pension in Rwanda.

So, elections, trumpets blaring, pencils unsheathed, who can stop us? Just watch out for the usual suspects, cash dispensers.

Gentlemen, come to the elections, in large numbers! Get rid of those charlatans! The new is advancing, the change! Ibiza is nothing, everyone to parliament!

It's getting late, already midnight, and these guys on TV are still fighting, but with words, that with the camera off, dinner in Trastevere and then "allow me."
Turn everything off, go to bed, or you'll end up awake tonight too, thinking about where the continuum has deviated, with Donald and Vladimir doing the transfers!

elezioni

english 

Where did the sun go?

I tried to write it in a song, what the fuck is happening to us, where did the sun go?

I've run out of words, maybe I never had any. You'll see, they finally came to me.

I thought it was love, but instead it was hell, maybe even a carriage could have done better.

What the fuck is happening to us, where did the sun go? Let's turn on this light, because in the darkness there's no peace.

But I remember the days, you'll understand, it'll be yesterday too, like in "when this room has no more walls."

And that we just don't know how to stay together in balance, this strange idyll of ours catches fire in a moment.

We only hurt each other, yes, it makes me think, maybe it's better for a sponge to end this war.

What the fuck is happening to us where the sun has gone, let's turn on this light, there's no peace in the darkness.

But this story is like blood, you chew it and don't spit it out, you savor it helplessly, meanwhile you destroy yourself.

In senseless constructs,
Losing yourself in a metaverse, you act cool imagining your life already better.

But what do you want to improve, that you need the sun, but what are you telling yourself, that you've never known how to walk in the darkness.

Yes, the night is coming, and you'll spend it alone again, while beside you, in the end, it too is thinking.

What the fuck is happening to us where the sun has gone, let's turn on this light, there's no peace in the darkness.

What the fuck is happening to us,
Where the sun has gone,
Here in the darkness there's no peace

dove è finito il sole

english 

back to Dream again, boy

Sometimes, you know, there's no point in sitting there staring at faded photos for hours and reopening the wound.
You're in everything I see or breathe, and it hurts, that smell of gasoline rising from the stairs.

And yet it brings me back to you, to those days, all the same, when I couldn't wait for you to get those keys.

So I'm talking to you, boy, tell me why you stopped dreaming?

No, don't blame others, you just closed these doors, hoping that your mania wouldn't knock on the windows.

So dream again, reawaken your heart, make it beat to that rhythm of passion and sweat, no, don't be fooled, you can write your best story now, just believe in yourself.

But now you find yourself grown up and at the mercy of this wind that shakes you from within and demands you listen.

Do you remember this song? Vecchioni  (cfr Roberto Vecchioni "sogna ragazzo sogna an italiana famosa song) sang it, are you still thinking about it? Get those balls out...

So dream again, reawaken your heart, make it beat to that rhythm of passion and sweat. No, don't be fooled, you can write your best story now, just believe in yourself.

Don't be afraid, yes, look in that mirror now, and don't have any second thoughts, yes, now dream of being yourself.

So dream again, reawaken your heart, make it beat to that rhythm of passion and sweat.

No, don't let it die, inside a ray of sunshine, don't be fooled... dream, boy, dream...

sogna ancora, ragazzo

english 

Everything and nothing,

Look, look here. We are the ones who have everything and nothing.

We are like this, in love and lost. Inside a sea of illusions we call sacrifices.
And meanwhile, time passes,
Like a faucet, it leaks.
A few drops, whatever you want, is nothing compared to eternity.

And so it is we, who have everything and nothing, who are navigating by sight in this stormy time.
And so it is we, who have everything and nothing, who delude ourselves into believing we will find America.

And we lose everything and nothing, we don't even notice, busy building this dazzling future.
Run and chase, yes! the myth of progress! Who we are, what we want, I fulfill myself in this toilet!

And so it is we, who have everything and nothing, who are navigating by sight in this stormy time.
And so it's us, who have everything and nothing, who delude ourselves into believing we'll find America.

Because then the bell rings, last round, gentlemen, the place closes, there's no going back here after start, one shoot, baby, it's gone.
And you start thinking, is that all, God really? God will answer you: "What do you want? You had everything, but you wanted nothing."

And so it's us, who have everything and nothing, who are navigating by sight in this stormy time.
And so it's us, who have everything and nothing, who delude ourselves into believing we'll find America.

And so it's us, take everything or nothing, give me your hand, let's go, and if we don't find America, we'll find ourselves again. We'll find ourselves again.

Tutto e niente

english 

us


Now come here, come on, sit down, don't think about anything else, look at me.

I'm still that boy, a bit like that, with the white glasses and Levi's jeans.

Now look at them, listen to them, my eyes and my soul open. If you stop for just a moment and send everything to hell, you'll remember us, how our hearts beat that night when our love was born.

We, yes, we, are here now, and if you close your eyes, you can see where we, who were two, became, in the end, us.

And now take them, my hands, hold them, close your eyes, and now feel that warmth of the sand, and the sound of the waves on the seashore, when a world of passion, the two of us together, began to explore.

Now let me go, caress you gently, yes, now let me lean against your breast.

Yes, now here, I want to stay, and feel your breathing slowly quicken.

We, yes we, are here now, and if you close your eyes, you can see where we, who were two, have become, in the end, ourselves.

And now open to me, open your heart, love! Let all my warmth enter, and let's sweep away the cold of a sunless summer and hypocritical words.

Now, open them, open your eyes, love, come and see how beautiful the sea is, which has seen us grow and then become, from just two, one, and then two again.

We, yes we, are here now, and if you close your eyes, you can see where we, who were two, have become, in the end, ourselves.
We, yes we, are here now, hold my hand, the wind is strong, but I'll hold you tighter!

english 

the Digital Middle Ages


Here come, ladies, comrades, and cronies, your storyteller, in the most beautiful of stornelli,
In this ballad of mine, I tell you a story set in the depths of the enchanting web!

It's the digital Middle Ages! The most beautiful of fairy tales, brought to life by whores... eh! Don't say anything, courtesans!
Creators of content on the blue platform, hunters of charlatans for views.

Welcome, gentlemen, in the search engine, let's start with a reel, Rita is raging, but be careful where you park, you might find the handsome Francesco behind you and you're already viral!

It's the digital Middle Ages! The most beautiful of fairy tales, brought to life by whores... eh! Don't say anything, courtesans!
Creators of content on the blue platform, hunters of charlatans for views.

Applied know-it-alls, that's the degree, life analysts, advanced philosophy, and if you're a little clumsy, don't worry, there's the sex doctor who teaches you how to pull the foreskin.

Then there are the financiers, and they're not yellow flames! The market analysts, on a regional train! Always online, ready to suggest investments,
you say you don't believe it, that Bill Gates and Ilon Mask were their students!

It's the digital Middle Ages! The most beautiful of fairy tales, brought to life by whores... eh! Don't say that, courtesans!
Creators of content on the blue platform, hunters of charlatans for views.

I must say, gentlemen, this song is at the end! You could spend hours analyzing the internet... but my time is up, and besides, I have my needs too, Natasha's here live with holes in her socks!

È il medioevo digitale

English

the last teaching


I used to believe that all it took to grow up was a bank account and a fancy car.

Now, after almost two years, I've understood that you grow up when you say goodbye.

That life flows quickly like a river flowing to the sea; you can try to divert it, but there's no stopping it.

But now I live my life, I no longer care about the future. Everything that happened afterward, I just want to be sure, that I have no more regrets, that I didn't do it. I want to tell the world what I really think.

I wanted to be your friend because you taught me so much, the passions I burn with, the universe I believe in.

I've chased you all along, waiting for that moment when I can share your teachings with you.

But we didn't have the chance, immersed in this world, each on our own path, walking against the wind.

But now I live my life, I no longer care about the future, everything that happened afterward I just want to be sure, I want to hug my friends, take you to the sea on my motorbike, I want to kiss you in the middle of the world, now.

It's no longer the time for regrets, I understood this now as I watched you leave on an endless journey.

So I decided to get up again, yes, I stand on the pedals like when Pantani did it on TV.

It's the legacy you leave, your last lesson, don't try to divert the river that flows towards the sea.

I gave your name to a son, and it's not out of tradition, you know, we go out on our bikes, he'll make fun of me if he pulls me off.

l'ultimo insegnamento

english 

Lucky you

Lucky you, with your job, you're safe, and your bank account is very strong.

Lucky you! But how do you do it? You're always on the road, on motorcycles, and you know it!

You know what? I'll tell you now, if you want, come on, sit down, I'll explain it to you. Given that, you're a pain in the ass, don't worry, I never asked anyone for anything.

What I am, I owe only to what beats strong inside and doesn't stop.

We are the ones who don't ask, we keep going when it rains, we get wet! We are the ones who enjoy the toughest climbs we face.

Lucky you! You're lying in the sun on the terrace, how do you do it?

Lucky you, you're always ready to ride your bike all day, wasting time.

You know what? Given that, for people like you, there's only one answer. I'll send you the link from that town, and I'll send you the ones I'm holding onto!

What I am isn't much, but it's me, original, with no skeletons in the closet.

Because yes,
I repeat,
We keep going when it rains, we get wet! We're the ones who enjoy the toughest climbs we face.

No excuses, just heart, out of touch with the world, if the world outside sucks!

beato te!

scrivo da sempre, di ogni cosa che penso.
mi ha sempre aiutato a riflettere, a capire, a combattere le sfide di ogni giorno. adesso poi che passo ore ed ore ogni giorno su un treno, ho ancora più pensieri per la testa e allora grazie alle tecnologie moderne ho cominciato a trasformarli in canzoni, un po' per gioco, un po' per parlare di me al mondo.

I've always written, about everything I think about. It's always helped me reflect, understand, and overcome the challenges of everyday life. Now that I spend hours and hours every day on a train, I have even more thoughts in my head, and so, thanks to modern technology, I've started turning them into songs, partly for fun, partly to share myself with the world.

𝐾ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑟𝑒'

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