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Snowflakes

Drops of pouring rain hitting my forehead,
my uncertainties,
my sudden comeback,
while fast cars drive by on the fast lane.

A far away friend,
a missed answer,
contacts,
numbers I don’t remember.

A regret digging in my soul.
Can you hear my call?
This hurt I’m going through,
it’s a glimpse of moonshine through the wet ground.

Snowflakes flying in the twilight,
they’re tapping against my skin,
while a wistful silence reigns
on the white-covered countryside.

The shadows of the night gather in the suburbs,
and I take your side,
I take up the gauntlet,
to find a flickering light through the grimmest darkness.

I won’t bide my time, waiting for the sun to come,
I will shovel in the snow,
till I see the sun rays cutting through,
warming up my weak, pale and thirsty skin.

Annunci

Entanglement

I am sitting in this bar alone,
as the sun outside waver to rise.
The cappuccino gets cold,
and an old song plays on the radio.
Fog, rain, and the door opening.
A low-vibe day,
I’m snuggling undercover with a thought,
play.
And the thoughts in my head wreck havoc,
while the world spins slowly around,
People Help the People now,
exploding ground in paradise.
And that boy crying for help,
he has learned to swallow the venom,
to keep anger down,
and to fake a scenery of plastic success.
That boy has learned to smile,
to see beauty in a simple drop of rain.
to feel how cold can be a refusal,
to feel how wrong and perfect can be to love.
And the thoughts in my head wreck havoc,
a speech I can’t get,
you, sat on the sofa, snorting snow,
my love sinking in the ocean,
my knife stabbing your back,
the blood from your heart,
a flowing creek of crooked thistles,
and then liberty.
Two other bodies enter the room,
they speak my mother tongue,
I don’t want to hear my mother tongue anymore,
as the bombs explode on the boot,
and children are killed for the sake of the Unknown
the words in my head wreck havoc.

The 7th

A life is gone,
a fighter, a light.
Tears get back into my eyes,
a sudden feeling of impatience,
while a subdued world flows by.
People kill the people,
then music,
adios.
Thirteen percent,
notes on the wall,
a straight existence.
I am proud of who I am.
I will love to love you,
Mfmfmfmfmfmmfffmfm.
Slam it!
As the trees whisper in my ears
I’m lost in the forest.
I am sure that one day I will find the light,
while he slowly murmurs that he loves me,
I know that you lied.
An organ plays in the background,
I don’t need you.
You expect something I can’t give.
She drinks, she drinks, she drinks,
she drinks.
Clocks are ticking,
our world ruled by time,
your smile high above me.
In the sudden loneliness of the 8th,
your illusions, the dreams that you think they’re broken,
the shame you feel.
I don’t care about it,
as the forest gets brighter you’re just a shadow in the blinding shade,
and you cried your desperation,
I’ve chosen the other path.
I get drunk,
I forget your face,
in the fog, in the light.

Bloom

A simple request from you,
a smell reaching my nose,
I’m broken.
I trust the words I’ve been spoken,
can you give me a glimpse of hope?
Traveling on the rainy road,
in the flashing light of the cars,
staring at the blue of the sky,
that sad gray nuance I get used to.

Autumn,
intense colors hit my sight,
friends and frozen moments.
I can’t believe you’re not by my side anymore,
and I’m broken again.
A guitar chord,
she sings whispering,
a sweet smile on his face,
the hope of being loved by him.
They dance in the night.

They dance in the night.
Such an unusual sight,
a drum phases in,
then silence and her prayer.
A tragedy far beyond you and me.
The water from the sky melts together with our tears,
all I can feel,
is that I’m broken.
Give me a handshake,
can I get used to to my life?
Lose the will to fight?

The one word we use the most is “goodbye”,
trying to be kind,
he smokes too much,
his lungs are black,
I ear his coughs, the phlegm he spits,
a venom in his body.
The words he said to me.
And I was broken.
“I’m ashamed of you”
“What I’ve done?”
“I can’t look at you”

Flowers bloom from the snow,
I can see them push to breathe,
I am yours,
if you don’t question my faith.
I love like a human being,
I want to fell happy like a child,
understand that my life has a meaning.
I’ve bloomed.
I’m not broken anymore.

Yellow Light

Still believing to the sentences we shared,
I can’t give up this dream of mine.
I find myself dreaming of you,
while I cut the rope that keeps your boat anchored to my port.
I will greet your shadow sailing to a silver destiny,
I will wave my hand to say goodbye to the hope you were to me.

Please go away fast,
but don’t forget about me.
I won’t forget about you, and what we’ve shared under the two moons.
And all I wish is still to wake up in your arms,
the place where I would have liked to stop.
There inside it’s so warm and cozy.

There, inside your arms, a secret heaven that’s mine no more.
I’ve seen all the colors in your eyes,
the shape of your shadow, blinding in the heat of the summer night.
I will keep this yellow light on for you,
so in case you’ll come back, you’ll find your way home.
Shine, yellow light. Spread what’s left to hope.

Sailing Away

On a river,

The sun is setting red,

Carrying my emotions on a rising moon.

Darkness surrounds me,

And I’m deep into sadness.

Alone, weepin’.

A choir of voices keeps my mind open,

While I sail far away from my world,

Wishin’ to find a holding hand for my sorrow.

A slow blade is cutting deep my flesh

Will I be able to hold this pain forever?

My hand is shakin’ for the chillin’ wind,

Forcing me to close my eyes.

Is this path safe?

Or is just drivin’ me to a waterfall?

A pitch dark deep hole in which I will lose my mind.

The ship won’t stop.

Nightfall.

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