i met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished
claimed she grew up from a grain of sand
but every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer
to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
counted weeks like she should have counted days
and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways
@vincenzo_alessandria@fabio.tallo
per andare avanti a volte devo tornare indietro
come le cose che si chiamano pietro
devo tornare in quel posto segreto dove sono nato
dove tutto è cominciato
when I hold back a smile in attempt to change
the existential doubt running through my brain
if progress was measured by late nights and time
that I spend away from my goddamn mind
I guess you could say I’m doing alright
tutti qualche volta alziamo la testa credendo di dover dire la verità o quella che sembra la verità, e poi di nuovo la incassiamo nelle spalle. Questo è tutto.
