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