2 ANNI FA...

...QUANDO VIVEVO IN AMERICA, HO SCRITTO QUESTA POESIA IN INGLESE CHE DOVEVA ESSERE UNA SPECIE DI MANIFESTO PER IL CONCETTO DI NEUROTOPIA, L'UTOPIA DEI NEUROTICI. LA POSTO IN INGLESE PERCHE' OVVIAMENTE E' IMPOSSIBILE DA TRADURRE


Don't talk to me about neurosis
You make everyone feel wrong
We're all right in small doses
Sometimes neurotics are the strong
It's those who live in a perfect life
Good families, security, unconditional love
Who end up stuck in normality
Who never struggle and never try
irrationally afraid in their rationality
Scared of death but waiting to die

Problems and neurosis are incentives
To improve, to succeed, to forget
And in this world all is relative
We reject the standards you're trying to set
For us, for you, get over it
Get over trying to make us all the same
You say this freedom is capitalist
I say capitalism is the only thing to blame
For keeping us down, for calling us crazy
While those who are rich have it all
Sanity is a privilege that costs a lot
(Call me crazy, but I think it's a plot)
I think sanity is for those who are lazy
Too mentally lazy to try to understand
The drives that take us to unimaginable places
We are the rocks - you are the sand!
We were born in a world of problems
But we see this as a blessing
That kept our eyes open to others

We want the whole world to free
Make it a place for all those who want to be
Call us Utopists, Communists, Satanists
Or even neurotics if you feel the need
Because we know that we are realists
And we don't fear your dogmatic creed
Can't you see that this world is still wrong
Who do you think will make it better
It's up to us to change, to be strong
To make the rich skinny and the starved fatter
Because if we just let things be
And hide behind our charities
It's all going to hell can't you see
The world is a tooth. And you are the cavities

But it doesn't have to be this way
We can unite, all have a say
Distribute the riches to those who don't have them
Do what is right, accept, create heaven
Create a planet where everyone's happy
Where everyone has a real shot at life
Because, excuse me, but this world is real crappy
We have the duty to change it at all costs
And this is the truth we respect the most

But don't give up you hopeless religious
Your God, our god, God is not gone yet
He's still given us more time
To fix all that's wrong down the line
Another few years until the end
If the world can change
If we can create the Utopia we all know
He'll come back to give us the recognition
That we, humans, are not all that bad
That we can live, we deserve heaven on Earth
Because we created it ourselves