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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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