In a lazy solitude I have been driving my wagon wheels creaking
keeping my golden shield your eyes safe from the treacherous heart liar
I kept away for fear of damaging it could be filthy hands
I resisted burning most of the matches in a cold reserve
there was in me an 'inexplicable knowledge that this was sufficient
but prudence that will save you, you take away the opportunity to be present
is a huge pain know to be something for your sacrifices
but the lesson I can not learn it, perhaps because there is another one that concerns me
annihilated by 'negligence that I have for myself in every moment thinking
I would like to kill what they are but I do not have the courage to do anything
what I was looking I found it and it is serious business!
But as always looking back I wonder what did I do wrong
but because it is useless to draw conclusions if the race is not over yet
slave to time constraints in these tangled mental torture
and delirious as I speak a fool
of what I and the rest who are always dissatisfied
and among the many questions only one answer I have found
when something unexpected happened to me
when I had given the impossibility of any event has occurred
a sudden violent change
because his arrival was made a revolution
that began with a death and a resurrection
with great patience and a few words
has shown me what it means to "love"
she is the window that is wide open in my lazy habits
driving out the ghosts and shadows, spreading my tight corners
now that I know what I need of my attention
'm learning to accept my misery, my mistakes.
My Revolution by Luigi Fiore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Italy License .
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