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In the middle of a plate, a candle left
No one around,
Only her gazing at the empty space
What to say?
How to find out what she feels?
This was a perfect day
It seemed so joyful
She smiles at time
And thinks of him
She wants to live, scream, feel
She wants the universe over her
She wants to run free and find her place
Like a twist of fate
An accelerated melody
Like a song that never ends
She needed someone to understand
Understand how alone she was
In the middle of a crowd
What could she do?
She was a broken toy
The madness of all lovers
A blank Holliday
A forgotten spirit who returns
A castaway at sea
She was a summer of love
She was just herself
I was reading someone’s Post and that reminded me of my writings and one of them is a especial one writen in Italian.
I write many things in many languages, sometimes I dont remember if it’s a song or a poem and in this case, forgive my Italian but I thought at the time I wrote it fit my emotions very right and here no matter the grammar but the feelings…
Le rose piangono
Tuo profumo adesso si transformi in lacrime,
Io me sento troppo perduta
Le rose allora piangono
Piange mi anima,
Come un uccello con le ali dannegiatta,
In il mio sogno Io cerco a te
Piange allora mi anima
Lacrime
Che invadono il mio cuore
Lacrime
Parole d’anima
Lacrime
Il puro linguaggio d’amore
Piangono le rose
Perche tu non vuoi essere qui
In assenza de tuo profumo
Io giá so che te ho perdutto
E tra le altre cose
Io piango per te
Me manche il aroma
che ho sentito quando me abbracciarvi tu
Senza tuo corpo
Senza il tuoi bacci
No c’è motivo di vivere
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