“Lean on me,
That if we were to go wrong we’ll fall together,
And together we will fall,
Lean on me,
With the heaviness of the heart … “
Survive and fight to get it, is not a choice,
not for us, it is a moral imperative, ontological.
We have it in the bones and blood, we survive and fight for the voiceless,
for those who have no strength, for those who can do it alone,
but we feel the same way, until the end, no matter win or lose,
the important thing is to try, always.
Even if it costs pain and fatigue, if we remain raggomitzati ground on the cold floor, and our tears
streaming down there in the dark face.
We are not interested, we will try until the end, although we know there will devastate, we will tear
off a piece of the heart, we will lose ourselves.
Whatever happens we’ll do it again and again, heedless of the pain and wounds, because we know
it’s the right thing to do, the only thing we can do.
Stay with him, with her, praying for a moment longer,
in attitude to fight and to dream, regardless of the price.
Whatever happens, keeping them in our hearts, not leaving them adrift in the history, of the oblivion
and the indifference.
It is our wrinkles, our scars and are proud to have them in and out.
Usque ad finem. Until the end.
Together. Fighting and dreaming.
You are not alone or lonely.
You have me. You have us.
“I’ll come back from the valley,
wounded and bleeding,
but I will always have a friend in the back “