Piccoli passi (o l'Eco del Diluvio)

I wish you could understand me

I wish you could understand me,
try to listen to me,
try to feel me,
and finally tell me:
what do you see?

I would appear to be a mere human,
with his dreams and his fears,
with the sky inside
and his broken knees,
with a breath lost when we meet the sea.

And what happens if I cross the line,
If I pass the edge,
If I start to fly?

Please don't answer me,
don't try to look ahead.
There are no answers to this world,
not even to these questions,
but don't be afraid,
don't waste your words,
try to follow my suggestion:
breath in and jump,
you will be free;
there are no limits to our sea.

And what happens if you cross the line,
If you pass the edge,
If you start to fly?

I don't know what I'll do,
not even where I'll go,
but please, I ask you to be
my person, my history, my past.
Remember me
what I did and where I went,
run with me towards the future, 
let's not ask ourselves how long it will last.

I realise that my heart is still too naive,
with the hope in humanity
which might be lost every night
but found again every day.
I still believe in immensity
of the human compassion
and the human skill.
Don't judge me if I pretend to play,
I always want to find a new place,
a new mountain to climb,
a new star in space.
And where is the key of what I want to be?
I'm pretty sure is at the end of the sea.

So I ask you again:

What happens if we cross the line,
If we pass the edge,
If we start to fly?