On this night my thoughts past the window and is lost in oblivion
undefined vague ... ... away ...
listen to the voice of something, but I see nothing
:
... is the voice of silence ...
a sublime voice, but sometimes acute
, twisted, harrowing ...
Dear loneliness,
you feel on me like ivy clinging
yet six others so vagabond;
you say silent, but I feel constantly
lulling the echo of your calling ... you're the lantern
soul and only you illuminate my uncertainties.
On this night, more than ever,
feel your presence,
feel your breath and you feel close
... There is a silence around me and here
resurface
my innermost thoughts ...
and I'm alone and unrelated to that starry mantle
who lives there. There
air storm inside me:
dreams collided with reality ...
. ... Is war! ...
I'm afraid that everything will end,
that this dream will die this
swallowed cursed by storm clouds,
undaunted. This time
malignant
in darkness, fearless and terrible
overwhelms everything ... and I'm alone, sad and needles of anxiety
pierce my spirit ... I have lost the echoes and the intrigues of my heart I lost
the voice of my soul,
in this thicket of indifference
... ... and now I want to go away, far away ...
(Toni Sperandeo)
