And still the wind to blow my mind tonight. In the way back home I feel angry rebukes whip him: coward! idiot! These are but voices in my head.
view whales away from me the new leaves of this next spring, the guard-rail, the fringes of your poncho, the tips of your hair. I watch it slip away from me that I take this opportunity: the prospect of change, that rises above my eye inexorably thrown to the ground, isolated in a view where you and I are always opposed.
could dance with you all the hectic life of wind music that I feel tonight! I would let you wear for protection from the elements, to erase your pain.
Throw your half a cigarette, and I probably regards. But I'm too far away, my mind rummage through thousands of details wrong in my emotional impotence. Grab you? Kiss, not knowing if what you really want, without knowing what it is really doing for us?
Us? Does it exist?
staring into the darkness. The holes of my eyes I can let the soul breathe, lasciare che si spanda nella stanza, nella casa. Lasciare che sfugga dalle porte, dalle finestre, lasciare che si mescoli a questo vento, per correre nei pressi della tua macchina e dei suoi finestrini, per correre nei pressi della tua gonna e dei tuoi passi, per correre nei pressi del tuo pulsante dolore e della tua ricerca delle chiavi per entrare in casa, per lasciare fuori il tempo, la notte, il futuro. Me.
Già arriva la pioggia, lacrime sprecate su strade di possibilità. I vaporosi vascelli neri del cielo percorrono rapidamente gli ultimi nodi delle loro tratte. Domani un sole ingombrante trafiggerà le scie che avranno lasciate, getterà ombre sui piccoli, ridenti, ricordi felici: lo spessore delle Your fingers, the smile that comes from your eyes, your dedication to the pace and the company.
My eyelids conceal these thoughts in my head now. I'm too tired to be sad, I'm too in love to let me get discouraged. With the utmost care so as not to miss a single frame from a memory of you, my head on the pillow mound. Listening to the silence, feel the echoes of your words to the dark side of my ears, the one closest to the memory. My mouth is stretched into a smile and relax: find solace in my heart beats more dilated in deeper breaths: to look good, waking a soul tonight on my body, cradling and comforting, while turns between your fingers the colorful pictures of the nuances of your gestures, it makes you think and be convinced that, after all, is no longer so alone.
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