This is for my father, because he has never gave up.
This is for my father, because he went away to bring me closer.
This is for my father, because he shows me that Love still exists
This is for my father, because he works for me and my study.
This is for my father, because he always support me every time that I jump on a plane.
This is for my father, because he never lost his smile.
This is for my father, because he is cleaver than me.
This is for my father, because makes my mother still smiles.
This is for my father, because he knows how to read the wind.
This is for my father, because he knows where we are going now.
This is for my father, because he believes that the bread is the most important meal.
This is for my father, because he will die without fruits.
This is for my father, and no one else. Because I found in him the semplicity of the happiness.
L.
In the deepest ocean The bottom of the sea Your eyes They turn me (R. - Weird Fishes)
giovedì 19 marzo 2015
martedì 10 marzo 2015
Seconds
Seconds,
I count slowly, the time is flowing away,
I am empty again.
I count the time, but it is not moving and this room is empty again. I see you looking at me, and the time stops,
I forgot to breath and the time is breaking down.
Slowly we kiss, your skin is like water in my hands, while your lips are shinning as stars.
I am melting, slowly,
while I am covering you with my smell and then we don t see more each other because we are the same. But the time is running again and you disappear leaving a sky without starts,
empty again. Counting the time, I will take a breath,
because I want to have enough air to never leave you again.
I count slowly, the time is flowing away,
I am empty again.
I count the time, but it is not moving and this room is empty again. I see you looking at me, and the time stops,
I forgot to breath and the time is breaking down.
Slowly we kiss, your skin is like water in my hands, while your lips are shinning as stars.
I am melting, slowly,
while I am covering you with my smell and then we don t see more each other because we are the same. But the time is running again and you disappear leaving a sky without starts,
empty again. Counting the time, I will take a breath,
because I want to have enough air to never leave you again.
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