"I am in the rain
slipping on the windshield,
in the song that is going on the radio,
who smile in your lips when they think about us.
can not rain forever.
I'm waiting for the sun comes back ... "
Mild, sweet words, barely whispered,
almost as if wanting to give the glass a bit 'hazy,
let them slip away, so
read
fast ...
That certain girl now
not consider even more the world around her,
no longer sought nothing, no response
staring at the life of the cold autumn morning slip to the side,
with the same detachment with which you look at the leaves dagl'aceri
fall in autumn,
so, as if it were a thing, life.
Regardless, looking at the miracle
disinterested in front of the natural cycle of things,
small leaves that leave the "Mother"
to return to being something else ... in everything, in all the events.
Death, which brings with it, again, a rebirth.
His face was leaning against the cold window
of that car direct from the airport,
fast that sped through the fields,
of the infinite plain.
Yet another trip.
the nth departure.
Another posting.
"The problem now is to find the exact definition."
This was his only words during the dinner the night before.
He knew what he was referring.
In a way one could understand,
is never good in life, not knowing inside
not understand what is our place in the world
not knowing now, if you are starting or returning.
in him a still image came to mind from the depths of a
night spent thinking, trying to find a way to solve
to reorder
a tangled web of confusion and anger ...
a still image of her:
a moon now lost in the endless maze of dark skies,
that can no longer meet its sun,
to treat yourself to that moment of infinite ecstasy,
the eclipse,
the union of two bodies which together create a force so strong
veil from the ground, wrapping it in the dark, the mystery
magic.
A hug can infinite
off the light to the real world.
"Remember one thing"
...
he said in a firm voice,
decided
stared at the road and was unimpressed
but inside him began to read those words that always
were engraved in his heart and that he remained there, motionless,
waiting for that moment
waiting
that the page took shape
"you're also in the beauty of that flower,
of that beautiful flower oleander ...
pink, fresh, lively ...
flowers on that cliff, between the earth and nothing ...
clinging to its rock
kissed by the sun,
breeze,
that brings you back every day, the smell of the sea
and you will stay there,
to drink the rain,
to consider the stars,
to learn the changing of the tides
...
I will, I'm here and I'm watching you
from the bottom of this terrace of this house,
overlooking the sea,
our OCEANOmare,
looking at us and guides us,
always recommended the right things
...
could climb the rocks
come and catch you
but you know I would never do that,
I'm watching you
beautiful and pure
and strengthen your roots
...
and if one day you'll hear
that it is time to leave the rock
you'll get dropped
down, free
infinity vortex
where it meets the more ...
ground, heat, dark
air, stars, sun
moments, regrets, words
kisses, tears, sweat, twitching ...
will challenge the abyss, just topped it all
...
the wind will decide for you,
for you, feel the wind
and him, you trusted
and if you take on that terrace, this terrace
will be your
borderline between life and charm
between sky and sea
captured by quest'effimera and wonderful reality,
slave now the dream from which stems
...
never have any doubt,
I will always be on the terrace,
our terrace,
suspended between nothing and nowhere, and if
want to see me, because only you can do
let the wind bearers
...
I I'll be there by himself to play the piano,
beautiful and damned as you like
with the tuxedo on the back,
sash and bow well-folded and put away the chair
borsalino and stick resting on the tail of the plane
hair long, and I do not see a sugl'occhi
three-day beard
shirt open white
trousers supported by elegant strap
... absolutely barefoot barefoot
glass of Franciacorta Rosé
partially filled
bottle in the basket full of ice
my fingers on the keys
my eyes on you
lips and dimples
encountered a smile
...
And this music ...
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