Nobody

A world so big that everyone carves out their own little space, in a time that is always short, where one would like to do many things for oneself but it is as if one were living inside a cage, not feeling free, held in a vice, prisoners of a system that talks about freedom but it's just a turning around and not getting anything done. This is life, certainly not for everyone, but for those who are hungry and don't find the table set every day it is a trickle, and this is how the...
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A world so big that everyone carves out their own little space, in a time that is always short, where one would like to do many things for oneself but it is as if one were living inside a cage, not feeling free, held in a vice, prisoners of a system that talks about freedom but it's just a turning around and not getting anything done.
This is life, certainly not for everyone, but for those who are hungry and don't find the table set every day it is a trickle, and this is how the human being vanishes, and the only creed he has is to pick up a yearning of breath to feel alive but not satisfied, "NOBODY" is all of this, where the only means is the imagination that remains alive, a soul that screams and wants to have its say because otherwise, it would cease to exist.
In this collection, there are mute cries and fantasies that the mind creates to escape from something that is a dead time where the hours are counted only on white hair if there is anything left of them.
Because there are possibilities to create something beautiful, but what remains between moments of joy are just boogers of a nose so big that it cannot be explored.
And living in a village (or not) where the sky is so big that it is so small is sometimes like being a nail in the middle of the woods watching the passage of mushroom hunters, with the sun hidden in the branches of the trees and the wind not to touch you because you are so hidden that even if someone sees you, they pass and go, and not because you do not have the delicacy of porcini or the value of truffles, but because you are so small and insignificant that you would not be able to feed palates accustomed to many other meals, but your friend the forest is there and you observe and dream.
And you are unique, you are Nobody.
There are in this lyric anthology on the abomination of the Shoa, lost souls to be nobody for the will of men to annihilate other men, and not to forget what happened, is to give voice and show our eyes how crazy it can be sometimes human race.