A small point in the black.
Paint spots all around,
As made by a first-time kid.
But is fixing and working.
I wonder what’s so special.
They gave their solutions,
But I wasn’t around.
And that Great design
Seems to me only a scrape.
I wonder what’s so special.
Everything seems very clever,
But, in the evening, the light
Appears as a foolish case...
The reckoning of your formula,
Isn’t it fucking beautiful?
Still you don’t know if
There’s something beyond.
Just a mess with no aim,
Drifting only to offal.
Some drilled container
From which we'll never leave.
I wonder what’s so special.
Everything seems very clever,
But, in the evening, the light
Appears as a foolish case...
