so many voices the wind can bring
if the wind himself could blow away
and awake my inner spirit
today I've seen the mist
all around the old road
we used to climb
It reminded me
so far away what we haven't lived
and so deep it cut my heart
that I can no longer say
if we really have been so long apart
oh, my dear, you see
there's no wonder in my silence
has it ever been questioned
even when I cried for your voice
and only your clamourous flight away
answered my cry and you, bird,
you learnt to left me behind
reasons are not reasonable
you never talked to me
like two lonely pigeons do
when they sat themselves
under the roof and
it rains a lot
I speak no more, my love
for I dont't know how to feel the mist
and it simply came, with no face, no throad
no lines no traces no reason to arouse
if life is to be complacent
then bring me your whisper again
or else I shall order the silence
and no roses should be planted
in my veins.
we have no excuses for this silence
we just invented it
as the common place to live in
like two people in different continents live
no sign of smoke, no bottles in the ty
nothing can put them in presence.
more than these words in the soft mist
And still I love you so intensely
than without you
I've been around without existing
in this word so insane and unpleasant...
