Listen.
The silences become words sing
to live without a past
breath me.
Inhale the scent of the senses
the stars that move on the path of the Sun
to lead to the secrets revealed
and whispered in your blood,
that becomes my roaring.
Assaporami.
Enjoy the time it bites
day and runs away,
in the wake Hurricane
moved by the spiral yesterday,
seen from the circle grew to tomorrow.
Look at me.
in the eyes of expectation
the desire to belong to Heaven,
to fly clear of clouds in the blue gray
immerse themselves in the dew
Sundays Summer
made just dreamed of awakenings.
Touch me.
Slide down
hands clasped
rims of Love,
touches the lips that kiss
father the Future,
Shakes the desire that you live
and dies with you.
 
Sentimi.
Se muovi l’Anima all’incrocio
delle Grandi Speranze
troverai la porta di Casa
ad aspettare l’Entrata.
Aprila, Roberto. Ed io sarò lì.
The meaning of things is kept
from knowing to be yours.
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