Ita version of this here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/17/poesiacaduta-libera/
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This is a free fall,
falling from the tall,
and take the call,
or run from it all.
I Don’t understand,
The time, the place
Who I am?
I never seem I did.
Always changing, always stupid.
Always understand
The things after they’re gone.
And I don’t know,
how a dreamer can live,
if there’s nothing left to give.
Then into this identity crisis,
I live my year,
I live my fear.
I don’t know
Nothing I’m near.
Live in despair, my dear.
Not a good habit,
Not a good rabbit.
I never seem to understand,
so I’m in this free fall.
I want the whole world,
but it has the heart of stone.
So I’m trapped here.
Looking into this mirror,
how far will I go.
Into this sorrow,
Nothing will grow.
But “I never seem to understand,
the time, the place and who I am.
Define a way to stay Alive,
It’s like I’m Living a lie!”