99 Posse's Non c'è tempo. Tagline/refrain: "Tiempo cerca oââ¬â¢ tiempo e tiempo nun ce ne sta". Translation (mine, hard and poor): "Time seachin' time and time you can't find".
Come to think of it... I realize I'm compulsively and intensely thinking of the lyrics... thinking of them wrt my own life as a whole. Thinking of all my life, of the last year, of the last months, of the last days, of the last minutes. And all, at different levels and interpretations, every which of them just connected to the other. Ok, I'm saying and not saying: I'm simply brainstorming. The storm is in me, and it'd better stay within me. I still have fears and dreads - but for some reason at the same time I'm feeling "violently happy" now: ain't it strange dudes? Ok, that's it!
