Balter

Why do we have a mouth? An insane skill to talk?

I say impossible things that you'll not even think of.

My words went all over the floor and I cried alone.

Nothing else has to be said, I cannot even breath.

Let me borrow another brain, a short break up from mine.

I wish I was still in the beauty of misunderstanding signs.

Overrated, coward, screw my emotions, I can't stand them.

Tender poetry, lust is joy, affection is pain, love kills us all.

Don't listen to me, vexation will fade on fingers guitar's strings.

Agitation disappears under my hat while I read your favorite one.

A dip in the Baltic Sea, a jump on cold thin ice; break and repair.

Empty ships sail from me, I swim in this deep sunless room of mine.

I'll run after my fear, find your looks through other thousands eyes,

this unsatisfied frustration of destiny is a joke, an unpredictable laugh.

My hips move to some 90s shallow rhythm, let's dance, we'll all be fine.

A happy image of you smiling crosses my navel; what's the next surprise?

26th of August 2017, Rome