I recognize you by your hair, frizzy like cypresses
By the way you walk, how you dress
From the wide-open eyes like the comic books you read
By how you think you have more flaws than virtues
From the invisible you wear every morning
From the incisors with which you bite all the pencils
The curved shoulders from the weight of expectations
As if you were carrying them in shopping bags at the supermarket
And from the shyness that doesn't hide you because it has a short veil
By how you turn red and shield yourself from the embarrassment raining down on you
With a smile that you widen like a broken umbrella
If I could break down the screen of the years
I would give you the inconsistency of the mockery, of others
I know we are as present as we are distant
I know well how you feel and I know how much you are wrong, believe me

No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key
No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key

Eyes down, you look for the reason for another step
But behind there's the hook and in front the white shark
And you make yourself solitary when everyone else is in a pack
You feel free but meanwhile you are anchoring yourself
Everyone armored, horses of condottieri
Your worn-out sweaters, tacky, not very serious
You were born in the South but unfortunately you see
Only snow and cold all around like a Yeti man

Life is a cinema so much that you are silent
Your bottles have no messages
Who says the world is wonderful
Has not seen what you are creating to stay there
You stay silent, no opinions
Your ceiling, stars and planets
Headfirst into your limbo, prey to thoughts
You proceed in your maze without walls

No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key
No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key

We are just the same, we make astral trips
With skulls in our hands
We have planetariums between the parietal bones
We are the same thing, we are not related
Only calendars separate us
Go, left heel inward
Charon, straight to hell
Long runs, bitten nails, crooked moons
Some night vanished in an uncertain sleep
Then the fire
If I could appear to you as a ghost I would do it now
But I would scare you because I would be the ghost of myself
And you would tell me: "Look, everything's fine
From what I see, instead, you the opposite
I survived the forest and beat the ogre
Leave me alone, make an effort, and take the cosmos
And don't be afraid that"

No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key
No, it's not true
That you're not capable, that there's no key
A key, a key, a key, a key

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