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Rhymes and assonances

Footlose, drifting poetry...

Sono certa di una cosa, la mia vita non è rosa
È un po’ di tutti i colori, rosso dentro e nero fuori.
Sono gialli i miei sospiri, sono verdi i miei sorrisi,
Sono azzurre le risate e marroni le cagate,
nascon bianche le miei idee, proprio come le ninfee.
Galleggiano libere nella mia mente,
qualcuna stupida, qualcuna intelligente.

Let me try, I feel high.
Rhymes in sight, I can dive.
Make the words build through me
a new insight into what can be.
A utopian future that no one can see
While we imagine dystopias that we can't delete.

A thinker said religion is the opium of the people,
to say that it is evil and sometimes even lethal,
forgetting that all drugs, of all kinds,
have been crucial to the development of societies and minds.
Sure, they can harm
and their use can raise some alarm,
but they can be useful too,
if taken in the right view.
The key is to not overdo,
and to know each side effect too.


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