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Aridi pensieri ingarbugliati Bianco grattare di geiger impazzito. Senza catarsi emotiva C'è solo un triste presagio E una domanda ostinata Orfana di risposta.
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Aridi pensieri ingarbugliati Bianco grattare di geiger impazzito. Senza catarsi emotiva C'è solo un triste presagio E una domanda ostinata Orfana di risposta.
You left And the things you left behind They still carry your joy An echo of distant laughter That will not come back And the happy sadness Of times that used to be.
Solo dopo molti anni capisco: Quel che chiamavo amore Era il desiderio di liberarmi Dalla sofferenza di volere.
A singing silence tingles my nerves, Feminine, aimless, wistful. A nameless desire commanding attention, Earthly and soft like a pink orchid.
Twinkle twinkle little Star How peaceful you look Every morning from afar
Chaotic discharges And fragmented visions Flash past my eyes In the mind's night. Drawing another breath; This will pass, too. (With an Ibuprofen)
Allowing my fantasies To float and flutter freely They play like a child On a warm summer day Ready to rend my heart Should I fall into claiming them
Horror vacui. M'inquieta il silenzio: Nessuna resistenza Né un desiderio. Nel cielo azzurro Non una nuvola.
As the carnival winds down, The wasteland below Looks dull – but real. At least the landing was soft, And maybe, just maybe, If I look very closely, And with a bit of luck, I might find flowers in the dirt.
Led by a will-o'-wisp Through a dark forest To an eyeless staring contest It's such a tease divine To surrender my beating heart