Spacca lo specchio

Posted on dicembre 4, 2007


Collecting wishes from far away,

in an empty town at the idi of May

the pollin the bottle, in a mouthful will inspire

oh wind make me, in a deep breathe, thy lyre

Fillin it up with white fake emptiness

absolutely with nothing, more or less.

A butterfly catcher running after the wind

followin floating flakes of lightness wing’d

On the bottom, where the seasound lies

dreg of prosits, flash of smiles, echo of cries.

Clouds of powerful powder, ashes and dust

the time won’t last as a bomb will blast.

The silver behind the glass we came to crash

every prejudice to smash.

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