venerdì 23 giugno 2017

Shelter







Do I know the path of your labyrinth?
 
Do I possess the right vehicle to 
cross your entire world?
 
Do I have the universal key to 
open each one of its doors?

And am I able to evaluate the reason that 
would allow me to enter?

Outside is raining. 






venerdì 9 giugno 2017

Tu






Never believe in what you 
trust to believe to.





giovedì 27 aprile 2017

Every Time

Gabriella Zannoni 

 I fall in love every time and every time I made fall in love Every Time.
I'm a swirl that wind himself to be moved and it's me that I move.
Cause and effect of the same phenomenon and the phenomenon itself.
I cannot free myself from the constraint of a before and an after which 
knows no other time than this.
And it seem strange it can be, and natural knowing it as if it were this and that my 
appearance and what is outside is inside and are together and alone just at the same time.
I find you and I lose you, and I never had another and another I never wanted to, 
because I already have and always have had.
A serious game that entertains and touch,
something that stand still and moves.
So I fall in love and made fall in love because loving myself I love and
 having never win I always lost and I enjoy seriously.
I really think so and explain it and explain it to myself it's almost superfluous as
 much indispensable as it would be if it were final and not precarious.
To live I live and to love I love.
And if to live and love me you do not need anything else than what you need,
so I'm there and there we are.
Let us love us,
we love.

venerdì 21 aprile 2017

Take my mind






If he matches my mind,
he takes me.
But if it doesn't take me, even if he correspond to my mind,
then he will have me forever.







mercoledì 5 aprile 2017

The reason why





In particular circumstances,
indifference is the inevitable degeneration
of too much attention,
because who caused it, through his actions,
 wanted to divert attention from the only indifference that
 he would be capable of arousing.





 

giovedì 16 marzo 2017

mercoledì 8 marzo 2017

Christopher Cross




Well, it's not far down to paradise, 
at least it's not for me
and if the wind is right you can sail away and 
find tranquility. 
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me. 

It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
and if the wind is right you can find the 
joy of innocence again.
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me. 

Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard 
it could be.
Just a dream and the wind to carry me 
and soon I will be free 

Fantasy, it gets the best of me 
when I'm sailing .
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony,
won't you believe me? 

Well it's not far back to sanity, 
at least it's not for me 
and if the wind is right you can sail away and 
find serenity. 
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see. 
Believe me.