Mcd
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2001 ,
Autoproduzione
Genre: Dark
You are my days
That fly away like the smoke
Of another cigarette
Them take a shape and then another
And then another more
And mingle in my silence’s racket
And mingle in my silence
I take your ocean eyes in my hands
Then I make them turn (in my breadth)
And I release (them) in the wind
Them circle with tern’s agility…
But after a while they let themselves
Fall in the foam of the waves
(And sink in depth)
Where the stare
Can’t make his way
Like my stare
Can’t make his way into you
If you could come with me for a short way
Just… because I’ve noticed
I’ve lost myself
And you know
Everything is so even down here
That you get
Often… mixed up
