the night that never goes away.
Knulla those nights when you start lettto,
you stretched all the sighs
last night when the sheets from wrapping
friends are transformed into strings that you cling to the arms and legs
Nights when you struggle as a Vermona beds
stressed as a hanging hook Cagnotto
that examines the jaws of trotone wide open, ready for breeding
all'inghiotto
nights where everything looms
you feel more alone than the particle deficient water Lete
all the problems in your quiver
are there.
And you feel that you can not do.
You wonder how is it that up to two hours before
you were not aware of all the shit so deep you had to solve. Then at dawn
collapses after a night of chill-like menopause
And you wake up half an hour after almost
And you do not remember what was the problem.
But you lost 10 years of life
looking for solutions for things that not even remember!
KNULLA, nights of shit!
Partecipano questa settimana (grazie di cuore)
Nati per Delinquere
Stima di Danno
Voglio una Mela Blu
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