English version of this: https://loscittorevolante.wordpress.com/2021/02/18/poesia-imbavagliato-questo-foglio-bianco/
I can’t express myself anymore.
They cannot hear me anymore.
“My words, like silent raindrops fell”…
So, I write. The only way I can express.
I put my finger on this keyobard,
The only means left.
With this I speak, I scream, I whisper.
I communicate every feeling I have,
Everything I think.
I write my disappointment,
My anger, my hate, my love,
Everything I can’t express in real life,
Everything I can’t say anymore.
Now that the only thing I have is this keyobard,
and nothing left.
I have to stay silent.
This white paper is my only friend now.
He listen to my tears, every pain, every punch in the wall.
This white paper is the wall I paint,
I paint everything on it.
It absorbs myself, my colours. All of them.
Somehow we’re bonded,