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Light the fireplace and you crouched near the fire and warm yourself
but then already too many warm memories
gives
the passage of time and its routes are not on the streets
you wanted and you toss and turn away and then return
you awake at night and comes and goes and the rest you hold
mentre il fuoco
si mantiene vivo e forte
brucia tutte le tue carte
lanci per aria la tua arte
ciò che hai detto
ciò che hai scritto ora
non serve ancora
servirà forse un giorno
in un lontano maggio
se farà ritorno
ciò che era detto
ma non pensato
ciò che è stato scritto
sotto dettato
la mente vaga
il cuore si piaga
le gambe troppe corte
per andare via lontano
dove non c'è neppur
l'ombra d'una mano
che fruga il cuore e l'anima
e la lascia inaridita e spenta
come candela
consumata e fragile
hours of hot wax flakes.
no future there there this past
deep down you know there's never been anything
only bitter memories
but some smiles are rare
suddenly
life is so empty that seemed to take share
heron
rises above the river and where the wind takes
points her beak and is glad
alone here and I do not know enough to lift
wings to escape from a dream that I was destroyed inside
no one has given no one has taken away everything without flap
hoping you believed he had found the clue that you had lost
but the mind knows is just a hair and looks strong
sink is already in your life is not just this
then sometimes you need is a
gesture but if more
never dreamed that big six now
which remains then is left of life
love and death that remains even if the dreams
was allowed to meet your needs ...
long words in the wind whisked
silent cry of the heart in tears trying discontent
wanted and never had a refreshing hot or
feared.
27-mag-09
