P.Righini, 2025
Childhood memories, a toy was gold,
made me happy, made me bold.
Meadows painted in my mind,
bars of iron kept me confined.
Heroes, villains, justice near,
every game was crystal clear.
Run, run, little boy, don’t you slow,
sweaty shirt, wild heart on show.
Fall at night when the race is done,
crazy fire, madness on the run.
First stolen kisses, heat inside,
hands exploring, nowhere to hide.
Didn’t matter if I stood alone,
just the taste of the flesh, the unknown.
God was watching with His rod,
old religion, another fraud.
Run, run, little boy, don’t you slow,
life won’t wait, it steals the show.
No more mother to guard your fight,
grab the world or lose the night.
Those lips, those first caresses,
the purest, sweetest, no confessions.
Run, run, little boy, don’t you fall,
keep the fire, burn through it all.
Run, run, little boy, heart unchained,
madness, beauty still remains.