When nobody hears you
among hundreds of streets of a city
that you've never felt as yours
and the sun loses its breath
into fumes and lies,
a bad taste spreads
upon these dreary days..
it begins difficult
to set apart colours
in a world that slogs to turn..
what did you say to me
yesterday
before you fell asleep?
your voice was so weakly
and dreams covered them
in a flutter of lashes..
the awakening will leave
all those flashes
hanging on your mind
and nobody can foresee
if you'll be brave to scream out
the rebel quenchless wish
to squash away the bad taste
with the most enticing flavor..
da "The first dawn on Earth"
[english special sesion]
*******Effetti speciali 2009*******
