Very close to the ground
Grazing only the river of lies
where I float I drown
I sense the dramatic futility of everyday life
The grandiosity of human wandering
Of a foolish gait , inhuman
I detach, I soar over the errors, the horrors
Not merciful angel
But melancholic brother
Emphatically, harmfully above everything, everyone
A city, unrolls under me
Vibrant, bright
But lively for what life?
Throbbing with what colors?
A hearthbreaking melody , carresses inside, it brings me high for a few moments , not far away
Puts me aside, on purpose, from that me who is with you
In the daily flowing of lies, of pettiness, of pointlessness
english transation by Claudia Cesari
