(Claudio Cinnella)
Charmless rain
wrapped up in swinging lights
lost in the emptyness,
so far away....
And the night, frozen,
draws close to me dimming the
last lights of the morning in
a vital breath
caressing coolly my face
for a second
before open again the eyes on an
eternal night.
Twilight draws the first shadow of
the night, in a world out of time,
in a day hanging in the
lost and oppressed purity.
Memories stare at me
cold like a travelling constellation
lost in the infinite, while I look them
indifferent recognizing not me.
How many nights did I pass through
hung in the emptyness,
balanced on a carpet of stars,
breathing uncertain my
odourless and sharp fate?
How many nights have I pass through
looking sadly forgiven memories
cold and proud
staring at me like a
deploring dumb constellation
revolving me around?
Rain will fall on me,
like wet ash, to return
the whole to nothing.
Charmless rain
wrapped up in swinging lights
lost in the emptyness,
so far away....
And the night, frozen,
draws close to me dimming the
last lights of the morning in
a vital breath
caressing coolly my face
for a second
before open again the eyes on an
eternal night.
Twilight draws the first shadow of
the night, in a world out of time,
in a day hanging in the
lost and oppressed purity.
Memories stare at me
cold like a travelling constellation
lost in the infinite, while I look them
indifferent recognizing not me.
How many nights did I pass through
hung in the emptyness,
balanced on a carpet of stars,
breathing uncertain my
odourless and sharp fate?
How many nights have I pass through
looking sadly forgiven memories
cold and proud
staring at me like a
deploring dumb constellation
revolving me around?
Rain will fall on me,
like wet ash, to return
the whole to nothing.