Niente Canzoni D'Amore - Inedito

Love that pretends to be tired of itself. It's as if they both decided not to play at romance, yet they can't help but stumble into that game again. The air smells of habit and freedom, which everyone only half-heartedly cherishes. Between the words of weariness from repetition, from "lines" that have already been heard in hundreds of other people's songs. But the irony is that even when they swear "no love songs," it's already playing. In brief glances, in the tenderness hidden behind cold cynicism. And perhaps this very honesty is the truest form of love, just without rhymes and promises.