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Ho ripreso la mia strada inutile, da solo,
pensoso, con un peso immane sulle spalle.
Soul, why are you crying? Why leave your pain in human
hypocrisy that we consolidated?
But if you have hearts of marble, have poor
darkened minds, but point out to the console with a whisper mocking
pitiful at all happens.
Soul idiotic, shut up. Word that percuoteinsulta
know well by now. When a love song
in a tremulous sob goes off, your pain
the cynical sneer of the world resonates. When in the clear blue
raise a hymn of faith which is alive, trembling with hope
never expressed,
repentinogelido overwhelms all a breath of the storm.
E remain alone, soul, and close your eyes for no more
see. A fiordilabbra mocking whispers the world: Believe
not deceive with false tears troubles.
Why did you face this barren tears?
The bad thing is that life is beautiful: the human
who know love, have a clear
serene face, the bitter folk ignorance of your lip.
No, my soul, do not cry, throw in a sea abyssal
your torment. Just think of the smell
springs eternal
while still imprisoned in the transient
corpaccio old. On this earth is short
your way. Raise your head down with eyes
arrogant, petty
the cynics who mock you without speaking, property
fixing your gaze, you will see them tremble.
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