Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/02/poesiaarrivera/
It will come,
like an unexpected storm.
So I’ll be patient, I’ll be calm.
I don’t know where it comes from,
but… I need to be bold.
I know i twill come, need to stop thinking about it,
need to get out of it.
Maybe even what I hope,
will be true,
if I stop thinking about finding an answer,
finding a clue.
There is no answer,
no a general one,
to every problem, for everyone.
We all have our own truths…
One day I’ll understand,
One day I’ll know where to stand,
no need for help, no need a hand…
maybe just hers, on my… oh well…
But know I know myself, I know my sound,
I know my band, I knos what I found.
So one day, we’ll understand each other,
with no bother.
Theat day will come, no rush,
I’m tired of going fast,
So fast, I crush,
That day will come,
I’ll have all in my hands,
Not even knowing how it did get there,
but it will be.