es la historia de un amor, un amor prohibido. 
prohibidas por que puro 
en un mundo que no vive en la pureza.

is the story of a love, a forbidden love.
prohibited because pure
in a world, that doesn't live in purity.

To the lawyers of lost causes and the dreamers of dreams lost

When I walk down the street and it's raining, I avoidance, I move and scratch umbrella
on the walls. If I did so, I risk out the eyes of someone.
They don't move, walk straight on the road as if it were their own, as if the world was
theirs.
When I walk down the street and it doesn't rain, I avoidance, I move, sometimes
I get off the sidewalk.
They don't move, walk straight on the road as if it were their own, as if the world
was theirs.
I walk down the Street, I avoidance, I move, I slow down my path, I let go of the
road and the masters of the world. I let go of the ego distracted.
After arrival, but arrival. Always.

To all those who want to change the world,
to all lawyers of lost causes,
to all the dreamers of dreams lost.

I don't know why,
in the air you are.
And you kill me.

E 'l naufragar m'è amaro in questa valle (And the wreck me is bitter in this valley)

I was in the middle of a huge star for three whole days.
Then, a part of my heart continued to beat,
but for nearly two years has ceased to beat.
Now, there isn't one that can. Maybe..

you tell me then,
what's the point, now,
crying,
crying on me,
that I cannot defend, this my bad skin?

NEGRAMARO

.. policy, the study. Other. In addition.

Crazy
Disagreeable 
Failure 
Gay 
Idiot
Only
Romantic 
Sympathetic

Keep in mind one thing: 
I don't care anything about what you think about me. 
I write for me, not for you.

The Work must go on

Two examinations in sixteen days. 
And in the midst of so much Five Stars MoVement. 
the Work must go on, but.. 
...

A living flesh

Tell me,
what is stay away,
in silence, watching, 
My Passion, who dies in a corner and ... 

Your absence filled with another empty?

Le Joueur de mots

Joke Versus Violent.. Love, Someone Develop Project

Once I miss you 
because I can't replace you in my present, 
once I don't miss you 
because I find someone to move my attention to themselves 
once I reread my words for you 
and my heart breaks. Mi piaci tu, February 8, 2012. 
Once I close my thoughts 
to pretend to have forgotten. 
One day I'll forget really, 
but I'll never forget all these really lost. 
And therefore, I won't forget. 
You, her, them. All of them. No.

Joke Versus Violent.. Love, Someone Develop Project

To friends gay and transgender

 Before you were a potato,
you're now a zucchini.
You are always vegetables.

Of heart in drops scattered

I promised you that one day 
when I would not be nothing to you and you would not have been anything for me 
I would continue to love you. 
That's it.