c'è 1oceano bianco che galleggia accanto a me..nessun profilo,nessun colore,sono immersa,ci sono dentro.

non c'è più tempo,non c'è più tempo...è solo spazio,infinito spazio,in cui perdermi.

ovatta,densa..in cui affogare,questa notte.

 

bianca come un cuscino vuoto.

troppo bianca.

 

lampeggia un giallo disperato..ma non distinguo+..tra le lacrime,il sapore della mia incoerenza.

vorrei piangere davvero,come non ho mai fatto,e chiedere scusa.

vorrei fermarmi e morire,soffocare in questo immenso bianco..

non pensare..

vorrei prendere il mio tempo,stringerlo e lasciarlo gocciolare...di fronte a me.

sarebbe rosso,

il mio sangue.

sarebbe rosso..quel che non voglio più ricordare.

sarebbe...così bello,svanire alle prime luci di domani,senza sapere  come,ne dove...

svanire..come questa nebbia.

pArole di carta.

parole.anni d'abitudine,parole tentativo inutile.

 

cielo grigio e foglie di sabbia..

vento fra le mani,rumori di vite che scorrono..

1terrazzino fatiscente,1sigaretta che va.

osservo dall'alto qsto eterno fluire,inpreda ad un panta rei emozionale.

una foglia cade ,muta.

roma negli occhi pieni d'inverno.

There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.

There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.

There are twenty years ago
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.

There are twenty years to go,
The punchdrunk and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.

And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the truth not I.

There are twenty years to go,
A golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.

There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.


That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.

You're the truth Not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.