Charmless man
A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! Sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
During my sleepless nights, I wander and wonder.
And I never find a path that may cross you again. When seeking it, you sail away.
A trip down memory lane
I have reconnected with what I was, and have been.
But not with what I should and could have lived. I was looking, seeking, attentive. There could have a glimpse.
Instead, I settled for remembering, places and moments. I felt we crossed paths in space, unfortunately, not in time.
Probably fortunately, for you. My being is an assurance of unhappiness, of dejection, of wickedness.
Probably fortunately, for you. My being is an assurance of unhappiness, of dejection, of wickedness.
