| I inhale the soul of the air as I travel among the planets
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| I wake up with a hallelujah I attach to the brain of the prohibitions
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| I get lost in the dark night divided by passion
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| At the corners of the sky two magnets attract
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| Constellations emotions in the throat like 'nduja
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| Poor photo images
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| Faded under fingers of dust
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| I divide the screens that come to my eyes
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| Rintocchi, let's experience a wonderful image
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| Dromedary in the desert that you opened contemplation to me
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| I breathe serenity on the mouth of the Ganges
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| Hoping that we do not recover
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| You know God doesn't cry let me lay me down on his implied simplicity
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| Dream that incites me even if a cloud hosts me, I need one of my own
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| revenge
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| This verse remains imprinted on you, believe in yourself
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| But yourself find the connection with the rest of this universe!
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| Towards the lost horizon with the gaze in front
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| To another beyond that looms bursts
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| In subsequent metamorphoses that await us over time
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| It breaks the forms perhaps for a new change
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| The same Mother Earth who welcomes us in her womb
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| He has a project in mind even if it is not fully understood
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| My soul worships it
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| His gaze of hers caresses me and regenerates me protects me from the darkness
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| Like a sincere and pure prayer to luck
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| Because it dispels all fear, it is written in an unknown language
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| Yet understandable as the naked truth accomplished
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| Engraved on the joke that helps us!
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| Like ecstasy raised to stasis
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| Like sentences in soft themes
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| Velvety guess with movable oars
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| Sensitivity that runs away but returns trust
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| Feud among the rebellious stars who, unaware of suffering, envy
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| Our reflected light
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| You fear the most complex story
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| Every ill-concealed pitfall sprung from me demessa
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| Xavier's cross is richness in simplicity
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| The lyricism turns on itself
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| The deleterious improper of time
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| That calms the steady flow in bitterness
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| Every circumference of our essence winks
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| The hatred that hangs itself on the podium
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| In a compulsive collective embrace in raptures
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| The length is complied with by my folly
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| A darkened mind sends love letters to its vertebrae
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| While God is asleep inert he goes away
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| What remains is to be able to be light and live the poetry (ah-ah!)
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| And so be it!
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| It is the mechanics of karma that marks us under the skin
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| I sail the stars guided by the current
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| Galactic without caravels immersed in the depths
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| I pursue the brightness of the Milky Way
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| And I feel the strength in the heat and pride
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| Sprouted from the bud of a flower it unites our sheet
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| Like with a carrier pigeon
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| I want to release love as soon as I have discovered it
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| And show what's inside like open heart surgery
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| The moment I observe everything around me
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| I know that our spirit listens to a deeper reality
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| That sight does not tell us
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| Play marbles with celestial spheres
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| In more complex movements than you would understand
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| Ancient gestures such as remains in archaeological sites
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| Stream of notes that quench my oasis
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| And they meditate like monks on the scriptures
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| Offer us your unknown backgrounds of color and new textures
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| On which the mind can rest
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| More than when I say goodbye and leave in peace amen! |