I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.

The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.

Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.