Ascetismo

 

Even though I'm happy. 

With pains, aches and laughs. 

I'm not a conformist. 

From time to time I think about, 

all that I left behind. 

I chose not to silence my thoughts. 

What's left has no voice, 

just an image of those 

I chose to pick with small tweezers.

I don't wanna use names anymore. 

I'd like to mix those people into a dough

and find a name for the new creature. 

Man hands, big teeth,

red hair, pimpled cheeks,

elongated leg muscles.

Those parts that I like to think

I only have known

are still(ness) and shared silence.

How I crave for forgetfulness

a pleasure I can't afford

still I owe more than I own 

(on my head).

Some day,

Some night,

Some morning,

Some time

I'll let you all go.

Any day,

Any night,

Any month

Any time,

I'll find myself mine,

once again.

I'll find myself mine,

once again.

I'll claim myself mine,

once again.

I'll find myself mine,

once again.

{Mind of the Elephant Man}