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Where everything is sorrow
[...The illusion of a warm light
and then the night falls
where "Everything is sorrow."...]
We try to erase pain
memories fade into oblivion
An invisible force sweeps
entire portions of brain
Cauterize curing dissolving
Pitiful lobotomy of time that rolls
time heals, almost always
almost always ...
I roamed for a long time
lost in confusion
decomposed with feelings
about your demise
Giddy with view of death
claustrophobic oppression
in a closed room, without air
Darkness hurt and torned
by thin shafts of light
from cracks in the shutters
The white skin of your breasts
now still and cold
and those blue lips
I kissed so much
No, I didn't remember the pain
sorrow so close to insanity
the time of bitter tears
swallowed by a black hole of suffering
All that was stolen from me
not even the agony of pain
I'm allowed to keep
There remained only a lifeless body
poignant image of who I loved
Everything so precarious and futile
only certainties: death and grief
buried dead may know the reasons
but they can't say nothing
with the mouth full of ground
The illusion of a warm light
and then the night falls
where Everything is sorrow.
Monumentale Milano (Photo by Luca)
and then the night falls
where "Everything is sorrow."...]
We try to erase pain
memories fade into oblivion
An invisible force sweeps
entire portions of brain
Cauterize curing dissolving
Pitiful lobotomy of time that rolls
time heals, almost always
almost always ...
I roamed for a long time
lost in confusion
decomposed with feelings
about your demise
Giddy with view of death
claustrophobic oppression
in a closed room, without air
Darkness hurt and torned
by thin shafts of light
from cracks in the shutters
The white skin of your breasts
now still and cold
and those blue lips
I kissed so much
No, I didn't remember the pain
sorrow so close to insanity
the time of bitter tears
swallowed by a black hole of suffering
All that was stolen from me
not even the agony of pain
I'm allowed to keep
There remained only a lifeless body
poignant image of who I loved
Everything so precarious and futile
only certainties: death and grief
buried dead may know the reasons
but they can't say nothing
with the mouth full of ground
The illusion of a warm light
and then the night falls
where Everything is sorrow.
Monumentale Milano (Photo by Luca)
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