The Voice of Tomorrow rain
Besides the rain, as well as the buildings shielded from the water, I see you lying
to think, to avoid mechanically
or suffering, the cheating mind,
to create new and subtle
, as foil, cut, penetrate, make it bleed
your young soul.
Far, I imagine you lying,
urgent research that does not reach the rest
searched for holes in the strangest of the mind. Raise your
just sand digging.
And as he invokes the soul with pain,
you are unable to identify the source of that voice
begging to give it a name ... and chasing eco
.
hidden among the gorges of the mountain, like a glider
crazy,
in the backwash of the current
frenetic pirouettes.
Resume lost share, and then defeat
you recline.
And I, far away, beyond the rain, I see you.
Franca
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In the words of the gestures, colors
the rhythm of the dance
trying to discover and go beyond the mystery,
not lift up carpets beaten by time.
on earth dust, footprints reveal
known
abandoned and then rediscovered.
will be the memory
lullaby to accompany this cleansing of the soul.
not omit anything
every gift that life has given me
will be filed, associated with a name that I thought
forgotten.
And history will repeat itself, more vivid than ever. From dawn
Metro and urges her weeping
the wind and the rain drops
kiss the sea that became immersed in it.
stray tears unnecessary
(I'll be close to final yield,
time that can not be ignored).
E '(this order) the last stage.
Both my sign, my ode to life
idea of \u200b\u200bdeath.
Franca
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