Me, always thinking of her, the doubt haunts me, the excitement grows in my mind, the thoughts flow.
Why is it so difficult to take a decision, where is this fear coming from? I can feel her energy attracting me, my body craves for the soft touch of her face, suave, filled with emotion, alive.
Why is it so difficult to take a decision, where is this fear coming from? I can feel her energy attracting me, my body craves for the soft touch of her face, suave, filled with emotion, alive.
My rationality and my pride dull the free will of my feelings, the nails destroyed by my jaws, the continuous search of my mother's breasts.
Imagination saves me from this frustration, from this impotence; I’m an endless dreamer, illusions are sating my soul for now.
I may have come to a conclusion: I need to keep looking for myself, and to choose my future.
Now I write, trying to avoid thinking and to let myself go, to not run away, to be confident, to feel emotions.
Guccini is singing, I’m still dreaming and her, her I don’t know; but I can still see her, she is beautiful, she shines, she is sensual, yes there she is.
The heart beats faster, while the mind slowly fades.
Guccini is singing, I’m still dreaming and her, her I don’t know; but I can still see her, she is beautiful, she shines, she is sensual, yes there she is.
The heart beats faster, while the mind slowly fades.
