I walk while the rain floods the streets with the melancholy of a storm,
the wind whispers in my ear words that I have already heard,
I go on a wandering without a defined path,
will it always be the same?
Once I thought of setting a destination but all that is behind me
There are those who do not belong anywhere.
At some point I dreamt that I was stable,
but that dream shook me, suddenly I realised that I wasn't born to stay.
For a while I wanted to stay with someone
But soon I understood that I didn't come to build a life of two.
I see how the flowers fade, the lights go out, the colours fade, everything grows to die.
Change, term, forgetfulness, loneliness... nightmare of many, yearning of few.
Where will this path take me?
The destiny I set for myself today will be different tomorrow,
I am the one who travels but never arrives, a sigh, a memory, I am oblivion, silence, chaos, transience...