I'm not from the neighborhood, I'm from a strange dream,

while the world runs fast I draw by hand.

I have no godparents, I have no protections,

just strong ideas and too many visions.

Callisto is cold, like certain sunny nights,

but whoever hears the signal knows that the heart is born here.

I don't sell paintings, I tell stories,

every piece I create carries memories inside.

It was never fashion, or a trend to follow. 

I was just thinking about the people who believe in it,

which does not follow noise, but creates becoming, 

follows the vision of the points that come together every day in the midst of these ways.

I don't ask for space, I take it over time, while many speak I stay on the move.

Everything and surface is given a name, 

but inside it there is an energy that comes from deep within,

not to be on display but to change the world.

If you hear “Callisto” don't think of the moon,

think of a place where art no longer asks for luck.

I come from silence, I go towards the light,

I'm not looking for a spotlight: I'm looking for infinity.

I'm no longer in a heartless movie scene.

And I'm writing my own way without the projector. 

I wasn't born ready, I made myself,

with dirty hands and eyes on the horizon.

While others were chasing a fashion,

I was standing still writing something else.

I saw promises fall to the ground,

I saw brothers get lost in the war.

But inside the silence I found a voice,

he told me: “Go ahead, even if they crucified you.”

I have no saints in my pocket, I have dreams in my head,

every day is a challenge, every night a bet.

If I close my eyes I can already see tomorrow,

I don't run away from time: I take it by the hand.

I don't want a throne, I want a road,

where those who follow me don't stand by and watch.

Every word is a splinter of soul,

I don't throw it away to make a number or scene.

Around me people who really feel,

not for fashion, not for a light like.

Together with those who fall and get up in silence,

with fire in his eyes and a slow step.

If you hear Callisto it's not just a name,

it's a place where you're reborn again.

It's the moment you hit rock bottom and then come back up,

with empty hands but real eyes.

I have never worn a mask,

I've always chosen to stay true.

In a world that also sells the soul,

I write stories that really weigh.

Callisto calls, I answer from the heart,

I don't come from noise, I come from pain.

I made darkness my direction,

now I light streets with my vision.

Callisto calls, I don't hide,

I lost but I learned to keep the world.

I am not looking for a crown, nor a prison,

I seek only truth and knowledge in my direction.