Poetic Ice by: Andrea Zaccà

''Kick the life"

Not believe the people 

hich is always at the window,
while the world runs
in thoughts that are like guns,
full of bullets which explode
without any reinforcement of love

remains in your part of the road
but not 'hide too much,
I know you go ahead and 'harder
but it 'also why you're a fighter.
looks up the next milestone
and those who do not listen to you and says' wrong
Walk your life as a journey without a destination
angry when you hear my heart explode,
for the anger that is out of love
but do not stop fighting.

Not believe the people
which is always at the window,
while the world runs
in thoughts that are like guns,
full of bullets which explode
without any reinforcement of love

 Do not count your steps as you walk
not calculate the distance from the last stop,
even when run will seem 'not to have more' breath
Your unconscious will 'what' you eat
of madness you will feed,
You will arrive to your destination tired and destroyed
but with enough anger and love
to kick this life

Not believe the people
which is always at the window,
while the world runs
in thoughts that are like guns,
full of bullets which explode
without any reinforcement of love