With this singular satisfaction of words
my own existence flows almost unnoticed
i can't speak , work , laugh and read
but i can't set me free
from a deaf sensation
that makes its way up to the edge of conscience .
Here and there memory that death lives in my body
come back clearly ,
works and grows secretly .
I swim in the air ,
i swim in the heavy air surrounding me .
Childhoods memories chase the present ,
give meaning to senseless and wipe out the instinct ,
much time has gone by that maybe i haven't lived
or maybe has been useful for me to make me be ,
to make me be what i haven't ever been
the impossibility to deny the belonging to someone
causes that the only salvation lies in knowledge
the only salvation lies in knowledge .
I swim in the air ,
i swim ...
i swim in the heavy air ...
With this singular satisfaction of words
i can't speak , work , laugh and read
but i can't set me free
from a deaf sensation
that makes its way up to the edge of conscience .
I swim in the air ,
i swim ...
i swim in the heavy air ...

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