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