Where is my home?

I do not think home is a house,
Home is anywhere I feel most at peace

I like listening to the blues

(bear this in mind,
       a true friend is hard to find
don’t mind
       people
grinning in your face)

Son house singing by himself
Clapping without rhythm
Just him and his voice and his hands and his heart

Whatever happened to that girl last year?

Oh, we grew apart

(I don’t understand
people who throw away “I love you"
or even worse;
“love you”
as if they could not bear
to attach themselves to the claim)

Asked to choose: heavy or light?

I hold a weight in my hand,
but then I grow muscle

(I am strong enough to hold the world on my shoulders)

O mio amico
let me know