내 형형색색의 신발들

저기, 저 새 신발을 신었어요, 그리곤 갑자기 모든 일이 잘 풀렸어요, 제가 그랬죠, 저기, 저 새 신발을 신었어요. 그랬더니 모든 사람들이 미소를 지어요, 정말 신나요, 아, 돈은 없어요, 하지만 시간은 많죠, 천천히 달콤한 햇살 아래를 거닐어요, 좀 늦을것 같긴 하지만, 변명은 필요 없죠, 왜냐면 난 새로 산 신발을 신고 있기 때문이죠. -Paolo Nutini, 새 신발- photo by Elbereth Elfo dei Boschi

mal_foi_noireSHYNESS As soon as I knew, only that existed and that I could be, continue, I was afraid of this, of life, I wished that I could see, you do not know my existence. I became skinny, pale, absent, I did not want to talk because they could not recognize my voice, I did not want to see because they do not see me, walking, I held her against the wall like a shadow slipping away. I would dress red tile, smoke, to stay there, but invisible, be present in everything, but far, preserve my identity obscure, linked to the rhythm of spring Pablo Neruda This poem is a perfect description of me