if I give a damn what you have is your smile, your ability to react effectively, as a child, ready to meet their stiaffi of life, you get up does not seem that almost fell and your forehead open and bizarre little eyes ...
I see all that we are not ... what I fear to be, not what I see, so all my monsters and scaraventerò them on you, with all the violence with which they come to me, inside me.
I can not look at their faces then they take the shape of your face acceptable for your actions. Flush, as I did with me, your heart, your strength and put us lead, it becomes front of my eyes, dummy your clumsiness.
Behind the smile there is no force, it increased in the mouths of fools, and I see how overwhelmed. Laugh at stupid hours!
