Looking up, upside down

turn off the lights,

be my guest,

bring me the wine …

I wanna feel crazily divine …..

crazily doped by my nostalgic confessions,

who will decide when is the right time?

who will bring me back home after all?

I’m afraid mamma …

I’m afraid to face myself being another …

playing the worst chords of my guitar …

laughing and singing at my own,

this is real my dear … don’t look behind,

all of them are still there … seated …

waiting life goes by … Waiting the edge of the bottle …

the end of the line …

I’ll keep myself searching …

‘till the end of days …

I‘ll keep searching …

‘till my heart is gone …

keep trying to believe in my own answers,

my own living lessons,

my own life, above everything.

Leonardo Todeschini

07/12/2003