Come on, come on The situation changes, the tone changes, the aim changes, the order of the day goes in In territories, others, mystics, synergistic From Risale to Pindia, I fill Pindia again From above, higher In imaginary spaces, cosmic spaces At the limits, hostages of reason without limits In short Inside the apartment Of our innocent exile The non-existent lord There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they hear some noises Usual The question is lost, cut, opened, fire, incandescent Like meteorites, precipitate In the void, in the inner vortex Of our unknown Today, the teacher Here in front of me, seated Unusually, silent, on duty Doesn't participate in the meeting Remains curved, as if dead As if in a short circuit Absorbed, rather, to admire the universe In the interstices Among the matters in front of him There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they hear some noises There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they still hear some noises How would it be to say it doesn't exist? What does it mean? It's unacceptable that a flatmate Never intervenes in meetings It doesn't exist, if it doesn't exist, it doesn't work And if it doesn't work, it's a delusion It's a spirit, it's a demon There's no one inside that flat There's no being, it's a form of being There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they hear some noises It's a spirit, it's a demon Raptus The teacher Inexplicably Screams Inhuman Unexpected And like a demon Laughs The eyes The eyes turn back To hide their laughter That turns in the orbits As if it was looking for something inside of itself But outside of itself and without If it doesn't It rises up In the sudden silence Of the unforeseen It recomposes itself and becomes Serious An invisible shadow And while all the neighbors Hide in stone A fire extinguisher Comes out of the living room Attracted to the meeting Without Without reacting We listen to the steps Moving away Rumbling In the trunk Of the stairs First ramp, then second I think There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they hear some noises There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they still hear some noises There's no one inside that flat There's no one inside that flat Come on, come on There's no one inside that flat Everybody knows it But they still hear some noises