I WANT TO SING.

I want it above all else.

Emanuela, I want to sing to you.

It does not matter if I am confused, it does not matter if my thoughts are wrecked, it does not matter if I am crushed by the time that carelessly tramples our lives, it does not matter what they say to me.

The ropes are tight.

Your beauty will light the way, give voice to dead words and harmony to out of tune notes.

I will try to harness my ego, I will try not to get lost in useless phrasing. If I scream, forgive me; it will be just so that everyone can hear. If I violate our privacy, forgive me; it will only be to give true light. If my voice gets shrill, forgive me; it will only be because I'm talking to you from the heart.

When my soul has finished vibrating there will be emptiness. And if this song is not as beautiful as I wanted, I will ask your forgiveness again.

You would appreciate it.

And everyone will be silent.