Here Italian/Originail Version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2020/12/18/regole/
I live life without the rules,
I tried to have a plan, a program,
I always try, but then…
I don’t know why, sometimes it doesn’t depend on me,
but something always goes different, from how I had planned.
It is the covid, it is love,
And certain things that I don’t know I don’t even have to define.
The fact is that the more I try to give direction, a plan.
and the more life goes to f**k itself.
On the contrary: the more I try to make things go as I had planned,
the more it happens that they go wrong.
At some point, you see, I wonder if it all makes sense.
It has? i don’t know…
Now, I let myself go, and how it goes, it goes …
I try to be happy, regardless of the schedule, from the plane.
Isn’t that, in the end, the thing that matters?
Don’t you agree? Regardless of where I am, where I live,
the air I breathe, regardless of the work I do. And the studies … And regardless of the thoughts or judgments of others …
I do it my way. Time, breath, breath.
So I know that now there is no defined “rule” …
and I see other people saying
I should have it, but also them, what rules do they have then?
Life surprises, at least mine.
And thank goodness it’s so unpredictable… thank goodness. Otherwise, do you know what a drag? … Fuck the rules