The strength of a smile

I’m walking back home.

I’ve just left school.

That’s my life in Rome.

I’m running out of fuel.

My head is hanging down.

I’m crashing, but I try to stay cool.

I can’t hold it, I’m going to drown.

A tide of people are coming to me.

I’ll be sinking in this town.

My head’s so full, I just wanna be free

This life’s killing me, this life’s knocking me out.

I want to run away, but I don’t know where to flee

I want to scream out loud, but my lungs can’t shout.

Thinking about which homework I should do first.

I know I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time, without doubt.

It’s a sunny Wednesday afternoon.
A crowd of people is coming out the subway

They’ll flat me if this would be a cartoon.

Hopefully not today.

Who are you? Why are you staring at me?

I’m looking at you.

I have no clue, but you;

You’re smiling to me

and you have the key, asking me:

“What’s wrong, tell me what’s troubling you. I’m sure there’s no reason to”.

A smile spreads across my face, as nothing could go better.
Feeling my muscles will stay like this forever.

“The smile, the smile is so strong.

It could destroy every reason to throw a bomb.

Any reason to hate.

Everything is being so great!”

It’s another day, with the same mien.

I’m buying some more tea at the store.

Will I take some black, white or green?

My head’s hurting, feeling I got a bore

There’s a woman with black curled hair

We’re both on the ground floor

I’m looking at you and You’re smiling to me.

I don’t really know what, but it’s so beautiful to share

and you totally changed my day

Sharing a simple smile, which is being always more rare

Oh yes, I know who you are, never stop running your way.

“The strength of a smile is like a nuclear bomb

but the only part of the body which changes are your lips.

The strength of a smile is pure, it’s a real cure.”

The strength of a smile, what great women you are.

I know who you are for sure.

Successful for real, keeping that smile, even if you lose.

’cause the next time you’ll win for sure.

The strength of a smile, keeps you go on, no matter how many bruises you have.

The strength of a smile, keeps you go on, because you know you’re not alone.

The strength of a smile, keeps you go on, because there’s nothing more beautiful you can share.

We are the melody of life

Why do we need so many songs to remember where to ride?
Why did we come here or where do we come from?
Why do we keep everything locked inside?

Why do we finally say, we’re okay? – But we’re not.
Why do we need so much death, to remember everything has an end?
Why do we keep living with this knot?

Why do we keep seeking for so much love, my friend?
Why do we need so many scars to remember we are nothing, but still so much worth? Why will we keep asking questions ’til the end?

Che ne sarà di noi?
Perché nasciamo, se poi moriamo?

Siamo così indispensabili per il tempo o è solo uno scherzo della natura?
Vedo come nasce per poi morire indegnamente, oh povera creatura!

Domande che pongo, risposte che forse aspetterò in eterno.
Risposta che indugia ad arrivare, riposta che ci verrà donata nell’inferno.

Che sarò dopo che sarò morto? Sarò ancora, non sarò più o sarò mai stato?
Tanta fatica, troppa spazzatura, quanto dolore. Sono devastato!

Why do we need so many songs to remember where to ride?
Why do we need so much death, to remember everything has an end?
Why do we keep seeking for so much love, my friend?
Why do we keep everything locked inside?

Un giorno mi chiedesti: “Che vorresti diventare dopo la morte?”

Vorrei essere un fantasma che può viaggiare per lo spazio e per il tempo
e mai essere fermato dal maltempo, da un contrattempo, sarebbe un vero passatempo.

Sapere tutte le verità, vedere come nasce il mondo, sapere tutte le bugie del mondo, Conoscere le vere intenzioni di ognuno di noi, finché non mi confondo.

Ma lei…

Voglio diventare musica, un brano o una sola nota.
Essere una sola nota fra tante e insieme diventare una melodia.
Viaggiare insieme ad altri e mai essere una sola nota remota.

Spreading happines, helping people, making them smile.
We all finally being music, yes that’s my style!

Ogni persona una melodia, una musica per far ballare le persone sulla terra.
Dando le risposte che cercano in forma di una canzone.

She showed me how beautiful it is, if we all will become a melody.
Going through the radios, through people’s voices, remembering all the people, what we are, what we are made of, what it will be with us and why we came here.