Qualcosa lo trascina sempre in avanti.
Cerca il suo corpo davanti a uno specchio. Si rompe.
Pesta forte, ma non sente nulla. E' tutto solo luce.
Il ragazzo è fatto così: ha le spalle d'oro, le braccia violente, le gambe pesanti e le mani strette.
Piange davanti a un ritratto, si vergogna.
Poi, corre e lascia andare i suoi pensieri esausti.

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Something is always pushing him forward.
He looks for his body in front of the mirror. It breaks.
He pounds hard, but feels nothing. It's all just light.
The boy is like this: he has golden shoulders, violent arms, heavy legs and clenched hands.
He cries in front of a portrait, ashamed.
Then, he runs and lets go of his exhausted thoughts.

all tracks produced, mixed and mastered by piccola illusione
artwork by piccola illusione
recorded between 2023-2025