sabato 14 agosto 2010

domenica 8 agosto 2010

martedì 3 agosto 2010

I am used....

I'm used to these days
in which your life nullifies
I'm used
and without you
a day isn't real....

I don't know
what I can do

Flyes in the air
another bird
and one follows one
while the sun
is just leaving its course.

I don't know
what I can do

I fell sleep on
that torturing sound
-sword against sword-


....Is there a hot song
calling me from the street?

Reaching the silence
of the lazy night....

only the wind slashes
the clouds to weep
and a few broken glasses
which fall inside
the heart.