Sometimes

You fade, you shine 

Io di più

 

Out of time

 

Anche l'ombra delle tue ciglia,

mi somiglia.

Fly me again

 

In charge with obsessions

 

 

I'm in charge with obsessions,

 
glue of the finest approaches, tension of the brighter's red string,
each one apart and together a ribbon.

 
Multiple sections in a lonely bone box, with one tought only.

 
Mind be, and neverless you'll be.

Feather of me

Of another time is the now.

It rings in my head and 

carries me as if I were the feather of the wing that 

was torn from me.

I keep memory of it and still flies me.

Unknowing

 I know you know

but you don't know if I know it.