The moon turned off

Posted by admin on May 27, 2014 in THOUGHTS-PAINTINGS |

The expected life
I just dreamed with open eyes,
and as I ran,
walking and crawling
with closed eyes
in life that I was given to swallow,
I was watching
without realizing that my time had already started,
already a party to any time and casual,
regardless of me left behind and stop
breathe in the aria di dolce un'alba of estate.
And along with the air I breathed summers light
and winters of gall,
seasons of love and death
that, without notice,
s'accumulavano and sedimentavano
mixed at the time,
the only time that I owned,
on the bottom of my dense sea of ​​dreams,
becoming nothing more than stone,
nothing but myself,
while, with open eyes,
I dreamed of still life
that already sfioriva.
The expected life
I've only dreamed of
and, while I madly fell in love, the lost.
Immobile,
rest watching,
under a moon off,
white cathedrals of regret arise,
in the space of a heartbeat,
on the ruins of a life only imagined,
on deaf melancholy of broken memories
and silhouetted immense
against a sleepless night,
ready to welcome, into their empty sockets,
the last dream,
these words
in the midst of which, jealously,
hide my heart.