Here on the mountain

*Sitting on my bed with a little cat
Sleeping near of my feet
Hearing John Frusciante from the kitchen
I´m surrounded of naked White walls
My company is a dolly made by my sister*
Day is sunny with a little of wind

*Here on the mountain
I´ve got a little house very separate from “civilization”
My first neighbour it´s a goater man to five hundread metre away
This stilness kills me and make me despair
This feeling of can´t control anything
For each movement I depend of someone else
Is like wanting to open the window with no arms*1

´I have my little joy reciving e-mails from my friends
But I can´t never write them all I would want to´ (x2)

I can see the Mediterrean Sea from here
But I can´t go (I see it like a scenery)
I can´t even go to buy a bread or throw a letter
That´s why I´m sitting here on my bed
With Johnny sleeping near to me´(x2)

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