Marco Malinverno

My name's Vidharr, I have done really everything: poet, garbage man, astronaut and farmer. I have been on the moon but only with the eyes, I shot against time, I broken the clocks. I prayed one thousand times without kneeling, I wore a tie and wlked on dirty naked feet... I have learnt that the wheel is always moving and sometimes the beer glass falls, that between luck and bad luck there's a string that pulls, when the devil strikes and makes me his target... I was the anvil and sometimes the hammer, I listen to my heart and sometimes to my cock. I have written my life on the wind, pages in red or in pencil... A knife in one hand and flowers in the other, because love and death are always mixed. Everyday I leave, with a kiss or a kick, with the destiny behind my shoulder ready to show me the beat. Of all of my women I remember their smile, although none have I taken to the altar. Many women carry paradise in their pocket, but with their lipstick, they leave wounds on me... Restless always on my track, under a sunrise or a sunset redder than a Campari, but the memories are pale and tomorrow a hand bomb waits for me... Invisible tattoo that bites me in the night and a life stretched like a tape... This chat is borne by the wind, I look to this August sky with its new moon, my name's Vidharr, and that all... wahtever I wear, underneath I'm naked...