The candle

Salpa my loneliness,
with the full sail of my faults,
solca, unchallenged and dumb,
the blacks waves breaths suspended,
Wish exhausted and broken plants.
La notte d'inchiostro,
that crucifies my conscience,
is always the same
where you lost,
che si ripete come un'eco
and that stuns the most beautiful dreams,
the ones that you took away
just because your.
Solca, my loneliness,
boundless oceans
and seas of love crushed and liquefied
as my hands
che stringono un'ombra in cui mi avvolgo
but which, to gradually,
I forget the consistency.
Salpa my life itself,
rounding, torn,
the boundaries of my physical,
Eat evadendo
a claustrophobic prison,
the frantic search for your forgiveness
inside which can stop forever,
but knowing that it will never.
All'alba rientrerò,
as ever since that night.
Ammainerò my sins and I will keep
under the eyelids that Serrero
aspettando un'altra notte
but still the same in that every time I lose you
and in which, whenever, I come to seek
because you tell me,
finally,
which one of us was to die.