Culture is not accumulation, but selection
(Stefano Causa)
She's a song who fills the light
and a song is still enough

this I am, a man of wood,
this I am, and without shame...

someone told
someone told
someone told me

that people meet to
exchange something,

but different from what
they were supposed to exchange, apparently

apparently
apparently
my voice is one

apparently
apparently, but
concretely
we all are a choir,
we all are a choir...

now light...
(where are my steps, where are my steps, where are my steps
that fill the light?)

Bells get coloured by winter, slowly, without
any change, of light
of light...

(where are my steps, where are my steps, where are my steps
that fill the light?)

Once was I just living here in my land,
while now I am like a tree wedged in her lavic stones,
apparently, and
concretely...
concretely...