“Without a place” (text of a song)*.

What are you thinking now, old man without a place?

It was the good time, or not…to change the world?

Loosing sight end patience behind narrow bars.

It is a small place, small. And the last time, or not?

Walking in a dark cell, but better than the white one

that surrounds the daily hypocrisy of the people you want to help.

Living my ideas, only with myself,

a narrow prison and you, a false freedom.

What are you drinking now? A bitter glass

of ideas that vanish between people fears.

Living their indifference like narrow bars.

A small prison for them and usual days.

Walking in a dark cell, but better than the white one

that surrounds the daily hypocrisy of the people you want to help.

Living my ideas, only with myself,

a narrow prison and you, a false freedom.

Text and music by Angelo Tino.

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