sky are dark? You, you must believe: our freedom is so big, and is so great? The night is deep, your sun is black? Take your dream! O ARACHNE, ADYNATON, O ARACHNE
are dark? You, you must believe: our freedom is so big, and is so great? The night is deep, your sun is black? Take your dream! O ARACHNE, ADYNATON, O ARACHNE
The time is like an hammer on me, I taste a love without solution for us. Fine, like your black eyes, like our days and your smile, and we know
I know how brave you are, I know how fine you are... rocks, for me, for one of us, and ice in our ankylosed brains. I need to feel cold on my skin,
I have enough, I have enough for all; come friend, you must listen to me, please. This is my trip... a book in my hands, and a little sweet talisman.
Sometimes, I'm looking down, on the floor, I go without useless things around me, around me; and maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm crazy, yes, but I need
Little dream of my life, today I want to cry. I want to do a special thing, to feel only my thought. Light, i need the light of the dream, God, I
Try to remember, you need safe roads in your mind; because we are little things, little endless, endless things. And so, you can choose: the fire
The man with the flute is one of us, with big black eyes and a case in his hands. An enigmatic smile on his face, and a numerical ocean in his brain...
A child in the womb, magic silence of the life, easy, like the sky and the sea, always. Day after day, step by step, the things are clear, the
All the years of the world, all inside of me, I feel the History in my hands; the sun on my skin, the power of the sea, big and white rocks in my
Sad, sweet lady, with your instruments and with a light, light breeze... Like a big ocean, without feelings, and with your lifeless eyes... (Now you?
To look at oneself in the mirror, and to see all the history in one?s own. To look danger in the face, to look at oneself and to die. And in my old mind
The little ghosts are here in our minds; and I know that, I know my madness. I'm walking on this black floor, over my eyes, over a dirty life. Over (
My son and I close the house, And we look (at) the rain from the window, We look (at) the rain from the window. My son and I close the eyes, And we're
Welcome, my sweet Queen. Tonight you?re so fine, but your face is black. Darling, I need you, I need your strangeness, tell me something, now. Yes, maybe
It's complicated, the streets are full, and I look at the sky, tonight; all the things are so dark, and the air is strange, my heart is strange, and
