"Il discorso conquista il pensiero, la scrittura lo domina"
                                               W. B

"So, so you think you can tell         
heaven from hell?        
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field     
from a cold steel rail?        
A smile from a veil?  
Do you think you can tell?             
And did they get you to trade 
your heroes for ghosts?      
Hot ashes for trees?            
Hot air for a cool breeze?          
Cold comfort for change?                  
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war     
for a lead role in cage?          
How I wish, how I wish you were here      
We're just two lost souls  
swimming in a fish bowl               
Year after year,
running over the same old ground   
What have we found?  
The same old fears.     
Wish you were here."

"Everybody got their demons, 
even wide awake or dreaming"

I want to write.
It's make me happy.