I do listen, always, do I? And I do speak, a lot, don’t I? Who listens and who speaks These days Might never meet Pushing forward, being held back. For months now, ready to run and unable to stand. Saying to myself, go and fly. And hearing caution tales wrapping me Suffocating me. When fear is an emotion Breathing is a desire And so are swings. Swings are desire. And as I say to myself, go and fly I look around for breathing space Behind the colourful masks And the rapid tests And the yes and no answers And the games of politics And the overwhelming reason That science gives and sciences takes away. We make it work Like Pacman in search of its potions When fear is an emotion And breathing is a desire I desire a different form of mess Where I can see people’s sadness Not guess it in this masquerade ball We have to start somewhere don’t we? Beyond the fear and the science And the politics and the manipulation Beyond the economy...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.