What do you care...


What do you care about my cigarette? What if I don`t have enough venom and what if I cannot digest the venom of others? I leave the immortality to those who don`t smoke, those like you...You don`t smoke, you don`t drink and you don`t eat crap and so? You take pills, venom, my love, it comes from feeling...Learn to forgive , to forgive yourself actually, and if I have a place into your sadness, learn to get me out of those questions and answers filled with venom...


Let`s just see
like in an excuse
how they amuse
the last leaf
confused
lost among the clouds
that weep
springs
that you cannot reach
and that are not enough
what do you care?
if memories burn
on the last step
of the first love

I am not afraid
of then nor of now
I am
the freedom to be
grain of embers
waste of smoke