Gian Paolo Avanzo 09.02.2014
I can’t express what I have inside
cause I don’t know what really is,
the words are like drops of water in a purple desert.
Any move, any tear, any pulse, any sight is toward you.
The existence is so obvious and everyone is rising barriers of indifference
to defend the seemingly day by day life.
I am dragged into the shade of conformism
in the name of respectability, away from the open wounds.
Damn! Why is so predictable, why is always the same?
Surprise me! Confuse me! Scare me! Make me alive!
Life is emotion
I feel alive only when my senses talk to your heart
I feel alive only when you look at me…
I feel alive