Common Grave Il Male Di Vivere
Greyness
Low stare, mind and body separated
A vacuous walking
A self-moving casing,
Full of everything and nothing
Slow, the movements of the cinereous clouds
Oppressive and heavy, the pressure of the sky
Time flows, regardless of the life of everyone
Time flows fast outside me
He who hesitates is lost
He who hesitates is dead
Don’t slow down or they will approach
Don’t turn back or they will look inside you
Unbearable, the weight of the past
Excruciating, the grasp that wrings the stomach
Il male di vivere
