Blog del Taser

...mi strofino il viso, magari cancello il volto....

I will grow nettle

I'm happy after all

on the phone there was you

not me

maybe I did not follow the thread

that sucks

I missed the word

verb rhyme and screaming rock

I would eat my hands

fingernail, fingers and wrists

I blame only the regrets of my shot

I would say that before I was a two-headed dragon

spit fire from the first

 and judgments from the other

At least first, before I knew the night

and I was determined to sleep during the day

was more reserved

almost natural

how nice it's to be alone

I will grow nettle and poisoned coffee

I never make love

and I don't look much into the eyes

many are studying in Bologna

but I don't deal with serious stuff

I dance Alli Galli in the mirror 

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

I have a tick and my watch as well

I rub my face

maybe I erase it

I will grow nettle and poisoned coffee

I never make love

and I don't look much into the eyes

many are studying in Bologna

but I don't deal with serious stuff

I dance Alli Galli in the mirror 

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

and then my heart  jump into my throat

my heart  jump into my throat