Sea rage

La mancanza di te è come una febbre che mi consuma le ossa
la forza e la volontà si liquefano e scorrono dentro me
le sento defluire, vorrei trattenerle e non lasciarle scappare
ma oggi no, oggi non è possibile
Oggi il mare è furioso e reclama la sua vittima
sempre e soltanto la stessa
ad accanirsi su un corpo sempre più senza forze e speranze
a lasciarlo esanime senza che nessuno possa curarne le ferite


Lack of you is like a fever that eat my bones
strenght and will liquefy themselves and flow inside me
i feel them to flow out, i would like to keep them and don't let them go
but not today, today is not possible
Today the sea is furious and claim for his victim
always and only the same one
to attack a body everyday more hopeless and weak
to leave it lifeless with nobody able to cure his wounds

Wind

Vento corri tra gli alberi della foresta
raccontami storie di animali, di amanti persi nel buio,
di lacrime di giovani donne e giovani uomini,
ancora acerbi nel loro amore
ma così sicuri di conoscerlo già a fondo
raccontami di solitudini perse dietro una bottiglia
di artisti che dannano la loro anima tra note, pennelli, inchiostro
vola tra le case che sembrarono a me vicine
posati sui nostri corpi nudi e dormienti
ancora ebbri del piacere fisico
ancora sazii della felicità raggiunta
ancora ignaro del dolore futuro
ed ora
portami via, lontano
lontano dalla pelle, lontano dalla pace,
lontano dai sorrisi, lontano dalle carezze
Il mondo non mi appartiene

Wind flow between trees in the forest
tell me stories of animals, of lovers lost in the dark,
of young women and men's tears,
so green in their first love
but so sure to know it already
tell me stories of loneliness lost behind a bottle
of artist that damn their soul between notes, pencils, inks,
flow between the houses that for a while were so close to me
and place on our naked and sleepin bodies
still drunks of phisical pleasure
still satisfied of the sudden happines
still unaware of the future pain
and now
take me away, far
far from skin, far from peace
far from smiles, far from caresses
the world doesn't belong to me

Rabbia

The trick is convert fear in rage
sorrow in angryness
tears in devilish smile
dust in fire.
It will be what keep myself standing...

Gelosia

My jelousy is not to posses someone. I rather believe in freedom. My jelousy is to pretend that people care about me, that people do something special just and only for me.
What make me feel bad is to think that nobody care about what I think and what I feel.
I didn't tought about have someone as my woman, as my property, I don't posses people, but I want posses toughts. I tought about someone that do things not for me... This is chilly...
Tonight I feel lonely, something I expected... I'm alone at home. I don't like it, I want have life around me, and I miss now hopes and dreams, someone to give my toughts.