A keresés eredménye

Pertusato

I found your message
In the sky slope
Where the hemisphere
Is passing through
Listen to it
In the marine ocean
Parallel to the moon
A stroke that one draws
The birds swaggerr
In the fiery dance
To stroke the opal
The color of your eyes
And the withering flowers
Just like your eyelids
Build up in silence
Like the foam of the sea
 
From Pertusato
From its lighthouse in night
From Pertusato
From its healing voice
 
Family memories
I smile and love
I care for and I protect you
To never forget
 
I always took the shortcut
Through the dark roads
Those who pass through
Give way to the heart of hope
I brew the cloud
I distill the day
Alcohol and scenery
To dissolve me better
I give thanks to your soul
And I sense a sigh
In the heavens, in the flames
How could you have died?
Disappearing on your own
Just going off the rails
Without even leaving a letter
Telling us what to do with your body
 
In Pertusato
And its lighthouse in the night
In Pertusato
What a shame
 
Family memories
I smile and love
I care for and I protect you
To never forget
 

Dying old

Your ebony curls
Facing the ocean
Behold the plain
Lightly touched by the wind
Under the brown pearls
And the ivory skies
In the seas, in the dunes
Where we come and sit
We shall take time
To see everything
To love every moment
As if on a last evening
 
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
 
We shall say never
We shall say always
As in pig Latin
We shall make love
We shall break the chains
Of our golden jails
Of the garden of Eden
To cheat death
We shall fly away
All up there
To borrow the moons
And sink in the waters
 
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
 
In the orange fields
Of Galicia and Andalusia
We shall be happy together
With delights and fruits
Going to sleep at dawn
Satisfied with life
In the blue, in the purple
Of an everlasting night
 
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
 

We are

We are the flowers,
softness,
of the most beautiful springtimes,
We are happiness, intoxication,
the laughs of children
 
We are love, sweetness, innocent
We are azure scenes
that stretch over the ocean
 
We are vermillion torches
that the wind never blows out
We are wells of light
in the darkest storms
 
We are free souls
and immense suns
Colour palettes,
gray blue in the sky
 
We are the smiles
and the faces full of them
Who meddle in happiness
and repopulate the world
 
In their most beautiful
difference
Mixed most beautifully,
in order to better offend you all
 
We are the plains and
the trees
millennium
That never subside
to which we trust our prayers
 
We are like the stars
that go out
Of which the light reaches us
for ever more
 
We are like the stars
that go out
Of which the light reaches us
for ever more
 

A wicked desire

She left with the speed of a fighter jet
Of an atomic bomb, that devastates, that levels
She roamed the world, passing through again and again
Contempt in her voice, cocaine as a sole trace
 
The fear of emptiness and solitude didn't cross her mind anymore
She drowned in opium, at the Bermuda triangle
As short-lived as the turquoise at the bottom of swimming pools
She developed a taste for mixing champagne and aspirin
 
Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night
Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress
Beautiful beautiful, evanescent
That of that of, of a wicked desire
 
Sleeping on a velvet and neon sofa
Softened by black lights, lemon coloured vertigo
They illuminate her photoshopped curves
No flaws, no anomalies, without a cloud, nothing but the sky
 
Finger on the trigger and engaging the lens
Fixing the ascending slope of her body to the horizontal*
Dazed by the floodlights and drunk lies
Blinded by fear and then the fantasies that are left to her
 
Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night
Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress
Beautiful beautiful, evanescent
That of that of, of a wicked desire
 
Stone-faced, an ice-cube in the desert
Infallible beauty, celestial and unique
They're suffice for her to come real close to light
To burn there finally alive, embers then dust
 
She slashes her veins while watching the flowing blood
In the reflection of the Seine and its misty tricks
To plunge all in there, to forever drown
In forgetting the pipe dreams that lost her, that killed her
 
Stopping the bleeding and the thousands of questions
That enter in her end, a concrete cage
Nooks, trenches, the throbbing madness
To maybe finally stop this fucking wicked desire