Sometimes I wanted to grow up
with the same rapidity used
to fall in love in secret
... forgetting wouldn't be a problem,
on the contrary, it would be a solution.
So dead I lived the past,
hiding in dreams;
and still dead I will live the future,
suffering in nightmares.
Life which I always wanted
was never the same
since the day in which
I got it justly.
And love was never the same
since the day in which it fell
inside the largest infinity:
the regret.
It's an open wound
caused by old yearning
of wanting to live
without even doing it.
Oh it was just a desire,
which like others,
died when finally
was fulfilled by time.
We have no fault
if from life we get
so much illusion;
coming since childhood
and reaching old age.
We have no fault
if current days
make us want
more and more
something better,
fictitious and
pleasant.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sometimes I wanted to grow up
with the same rapidity used
to fall in love in secret
... forgetting wouldn't be a problem,
on the contrary, it would be a solution.
So dead I lived the past,
hiding in dreams;
and still dead I will live the future,
suffering in nightmares.
Life which I always wanted
was never the same
since the day in which
I got it justly.
And love was never the same
since the day in which it fell
inside the largest infinity:
the regret.
It's an open wound
caused by old yearning
of wanting to live
without even doing it.
Oh it was just a desire,
which like others,
died when finally
was fulfilled by time.
We have no fault
if from life we get
so much illusion;
coming since childhood
and reaching old age.
We have no fault
if current days
make us want
more and more
something better,
fictitious and
pleasant.
