NO TRUST (orig. Declino, 1983)

Poison and distrust shed in handfuls
Sadness leaves a bitter taste in the mouths
Discouraging words, fists and kicks in the face
wring from me sweat and bloody tears.

I need neither your certainties nor your existence dominated by egoism!

Shining promises with gestures of interest
Parables of illusion and certainty
A Lord of War on whom we bet the future
An utopia of certainty, peace and tranquillity

I need neither your certainties nor your existence dominated by egoism!

A peace of paper, a hero without future
Waiting an unexpected dawn
Among these four walls more and more narrow
I cultivate my hate towards the system!

I need neither your certainties nor your existence dominated by egoism!

Epilogue: It’ s the dawn. Agitated sleep into a suburban studio flat. Driiin! The coffee smells of burnt/tooth paste.
The first approach with the air of the day is, on the contrary, atonic/chilly. After he has turned the corner, he is covering the lane that skirts the railway lines, when a gigantic advertisement draws his attention: “ You appear!
Therefore you exist!” A bottle of green aftershave . < Pour l’ homme.> <Lotion Apres Rasage>. <make the others
smell the parfum of your success!>. In the back-ground a girl rides a big motor –bike, it is polished and flaming...
With shiny pupils, setted into modern orbits, he watches the passers-by and he discloses the lips, tumids of
contemporaneity. Absent-minded, he stumbles against a broken umbrella, left on the pavement, that takes back his look at the reality. Than he scratches his head under the beret and he gets out from the frame. Around you can
smell the odour of moist earth and of the exhaust pipes.

The city is quiet...