I was born and raised,
in a place where
it is easily misunderstood.
We do not think, precisely,
and certainly not with the mind.
The essential that escapes every moron.
As long as you believe,
there is a second motive.
And maybe yes, I’m an inconsistent asshole.
They can define me,
what they want,
they are wrong.
And I’m wrong too,
hoping they will catch.
Here they think it’s one,
that you take advantage,
of the kindness of the beautiful girl,
but people are a little crazy,
and you, St **, don’t give it a rope,
because then people “eat and forget”.
I’m not what I seem
I’m not like
to always think of each member.
Maybe it’s true,
that I’m an asshole,
even if I do not consider myself as such,
so it seems that it is all
a manic thing.
it’s just a bad time in life,
that passes, like everything else,
it is not infinite.
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/18/poesiamangia-e-scorda/
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