 |
Where am I going ? Italian version
Emotions drops
let me drink you
reality words
let me write you .
I'm only trying to be on the wave
without being dragged to the shore
riding sea strength through whirl
to make curves, drawing creative geometries
gliding down, rising and jumping
I want to reach the shore tired
but satisfied, complete, finally wise.
A drop in the ocean
is nothing
but i respect her
like part of it
i love her
i hate her.
Like lizard with pleasure
i roast myself under the sun
in the brain
thin, light the breeze.
Water moulds itself
and reflects.
Man, instead, has features
has moulds, has colours
of its own.
Blinder than a real blind man
my soul intoxicated
debtor to senses
i wander lame
between moulds.
Like the top of the waves far in the sea
that born and disappear suddenly
one by one
showing for a moment only
their white beauty
over the fundamental blue
so, we are and we are no more
every instant is a downfalling sprout
and my transitory look
only few holds.
Neverending drops of the sea
neverending the instants
the moments that i'd love
to be able to recieve in me
That mad conscience
often hard to show itself
Melts itself and hot
becomes lovely springy
at a panorama view
like archè mine breast holds
and fills up
rapes my soul and lifts it ethery
to leave it fall down
just when i turn over the look
and i live with the hope
of finding again that panorama.
Moments and moments
views and views
experiences and persons
souls and fluxes
loves and feelings
leafs and tears
sadnesses and melancholies
light breezes will return
to caress my head and my arms
to clean me
to wake me up.
|
Get your own Free Home Page