Poesie~1

            
                                   vorrei

                                   tanto

                                   vestirmi

                                   del

                                   nero

                                   che

                                   solo

                                   la

                                   notte

                                   ha

 

 
                                   la

                                   morte

                                   ha


 
                                         ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 


                                           in me

                                           creo

                                           oblio

 

                                           ricordi

                                           cadono

                                           dal mio

                                           respiro

 




               
                                      ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 
 
                                             


                                                       il mio sonno grida

                                                       allegoria di te

 

                                                       alberi senza nome

                                                       ombre nude

                                                       canto atlantico

 

                                                       e la notte

                                                       che porta giorno

                                                       che non porta domani

                                                  

                                                     ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 

 

                                                                 puoi piangere

                                                                 la Luna

                                                                 ha vinto

                                                                 vivi ancora

                                                                 l’esilio

 

                                                                 lacrime di un’ombra

 

                                                                 la natura persevera

                                                                 i platani fioriscono

                                                                 trenta persone riunite

                                                                 pensano a Cristo

 

                                                                 è tornata

                                                                 come quella domenica

 

                                                                 si gioca ancora nella piazza

 

                                                                 non è più importante

 

 

                                                ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

 

 

                                           parole stellari

 

 

                                           lontane

                                           dal momento

                                           lontane

                                           di silenzio

 

 

                                          dopo la paura

                                          che cosa c’è ?

 

 

                                          il

                                          Tempo

                                          cade

 

 

                                          nessuna scala

                                          arriva 

                                          a ieri