Crash From Dream (English Version Of 'triste Risveglio') Poem by Pietro Grossi

At the top of strip tease
Panties started slide down,
When the door bell woke up me..
Nasty..Terrible sound.
Who the hell making trouble,
I went straight to the door...
...An old man came toward me,
How he reached my floor?
'Oldish, what are you looking,
In my flat walking free? '.
..Unbelievable...Shoking..
That's the mirror, That's me! !
Oh my God, what did happened
To this face that was young?
It was better keep dreaming,
Morning startin' so wrong.


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