I cannot count how many times I’ve been threatened
Told to go to hell
I don’t know why.
Or rather I do: I’m an obstacle.
A man across the path of progress.
An enemy of economy.
They want to get rid of me simply because I’m in the way.
It’s what they say, it’s no joke.
And we aren’t in some kind of Central American country whose main production is coke.
This is Italy
A senseless violence, fortunately with no bad ending
We should spend our time kissing each other instead we dream of killing someone.