Do I miss her?
Or do I just feel lonely?
Do I love her?
Or am I disappointed?
It must have happened to me
Because I’m strong enough
I had to reach the bottom
At least I hope I did

When you were lying beside him
You could still feel the sheets warm
Warm as you and I had left them

Waves don’t show respect
For those who have something to give
At most they would not trust them
Creative-hearted people

We deal just fine now
We do respect each other
That doesn’t help me
I’m unable to detach from you


Under the effect of what most people call love, we sometimes are unable to observe facts objectively, up to the point where we feel we are turning ourselves into masochists, self-inflicting pain.


Fabio Scagliola,