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Frammenti...proiezioni di consapevolezza... August 21 What happens "No one to cry to....no place to call home.....this battle all alone"
Like a leaf carried away from the wind,
like a flower that bows his head under the sun who burns
or an ant that drowns in a water drop...
Like a spring that dies to make space for summer time
Like an old photo aged and forgotten in a drawer and the dust that covers it, blowed away
Like a room exposed to the Est when the night falls off
Like the sun when it's darkened by the clouds and the moon when it's delicate
Like a locked up window and a slammed door...
Like a gaze that asks without being understood
Like a question with no answer
Like the time when you wait for something without knowing what is "something"
...the catching sight of a dream and his no-realization
the projection of an ambition with no mirror to reflect her
a candle that dies down after a cold flurry
and her wax that liquefies in a few hours
Like a winter morning, when all is numb and all is absent
Like a light covered by a hand or a flame that smoths through the smoke,
a bell jar enclosing a parfume.
My first song. |
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