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.
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