1009 giorni [English translation]

Or perhaps not;

Or perhaps it's neither about the time.

Because the time I have.

But it's a surprise ending

Today I've cried for something.

And further on I don't remember any more...

Oh, of course!

The wrinkles shift from the heart

And the sadness goes away

If I put it on the face; then I put on jacket

In that way I feel to keep up

To have someone to forget

And nothing more to prove.

And one thousand nine days more.

To have something to forget

And an another to desire.

And one thousand days more.

You were already gone.

Already before becoming part

Of my fantasy.

It is a wrinkle and an embroidery.

On my clean face.

In which a few have seen a man.

But you have burned my five senses.

The sixth that you have not understood.

And one thousand days more.

But I am the five senses what I have lost.

The sixth that you have not found.

And one thousand days more.

Love that I am not able to decide

Whether to despair or to laugh.

At this night that opens eyes.

And you, who you are staining my silence

With egoism and loneliness

With uncertainity and mess.

And I make a habit

To breath strong and deep.

To swallow also the world.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps it is not about the love.

But about the need I have.

• Artist:Niccolò Agliardi
• Album:1009 giorni (2005)