distorsioni e poesie

Digitale purpurea: Tu mi rimproveri di Bartolomeo di Monaco

Andiamo troppo veloci per vederlo spaccare la roccia, far capolino e alzare le braccia al cielo, riempirsi di foglie e morire. cadere e diventar concime, o magari carbone, o chissà.. un bel diamante.

Ciao, ciao.. I've come to see it done the stripes across your face and the battles that he's won.

Tell me the secrets of your shining smile of every virtue you deny The patience you were held me with Help me through the rain Spare me most a pain

Streetlife - and there`s a thousand parts to play  Streetlife - until you play your life away