Come veleno

So che tutto questo è difficile da sopportare Vorrei prendere il tuo dolore e sputarlo fuori, come veleno Come si fa quando la vipera assale. Ma non è la vipera ad averti attaccata, bensì una creatura più bastarda; la morte, che non può essere annullata, davanti a cui non possiamo nulla. Mi farei guscio vuoto

Grass embracing

The girl laid on the ground Silence in her mouth and crickets in her ears. All around her children shouted and played And she wondered “what if I’m bound to stay here?” After the first moment of shock she realised She had nothing to lose or fear And that, after all, it wasn’t such a

Death omen

The girl lays on the ground Silence in her mouth and crickets in her ears. Her white dress shines and grass embraces her Death omen.

There’s someone at my door

There’s someone at my door He’s knocking all along. He keeps shouting “mon trésor” I don’t want to open, oh no But the shouting goes on, “mon trésor, mon trésor”…

As time passes by

As time passes by I realise my condition. And I sing songs whose words I don’t know, And I dream of things I will never own. I’m stuck here.

Today I’m thinking about you

Today I’m thinking about you. I often do that, but today is special. Thoughts are haunting me. Today is your birthday. And I think about all the missed chances, All the times we could have talked to each other, All the times we could have had a laugh together. If only things had gone differently.

Florence Welch’s Useless Magic: a piece of magic that is not useless at all

Today I’ve decided to write an article about Florence Welch’s book, Useless Magic. This book was given to me as a gift by a special person, someone who knows exactly how I feel about Florence and her group, Florence + the Machine. I simply believe she’s a pure spirit in this corrupted world and that