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February 11 StelleSe solo si vedessero le stelle.
Se solo le si potessero ammirare per un istante infinito con nuova speranza.
Se solo si vedessero gli istanti.
Se solo li si potesse fermare, cogliere e ispezionare per capire dove tutto è cambiato.
Se solo si vedessero i silenzi.
Se solo li si potesse abbracciare e tenerli lì per permetterci di stare fermi, zitti e vedere le stelle.
Se solo si vedessero le stelle...
March 21 CollateralI’m screamin’ out all the answers You see the questions…they’re not mine I feel I’m bleeding paranoia And I will know that no one cares This place is void of all passion Do you ever feel like you’re alone? I close my eyes and close the curtain ‘cause you don’t want to go away
The rain is passing through the window Please clean the tears in my eyes A lot of voices say “I’m sorry” Every now and then I hear them loud This place is void of all smiling Have you ever seen a clown alone? You take my heart with your bloody hands It doesn’t want to stay awake
Someone will break me Someone will fix me Someone will try to kill me Someone will save me Someone will bite me Someone will kiss me Someone will hate me Someone will love me
March 20 Pain InsideYou don’t know the feeling I keep You won’t know what it’s like to be me I feel the dark is full of my void And I can’t control what you have destroyed
I write down my questions, I put you on a shelf You hate me so nervous, hate the end of myself
There’s pain inside, that I can’t hide There’s pain inside
Sometimes I cry, when everything’s loud I think of you, when all is dark around We’re barely here like the thoughts of my mind The memories fade when you left them behind
You write down the answers for a blind man fool I don’t see the pictures… I’m alone with you
There’s pain inside, that I can’t hide
There’s pain inside Come scompare un sorrisoCome una piccola onda compare, leggero, morbido e per un pò rimane.
Poi svanisce il motivo della sua esistenza.
Non si capisce come. Non si capisce quale sia il momento.
Leggermente la piccola onda si ritrae.
Per un attimo lascia un segno... che poi non c'è più. |
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