My autumn
Le parole escono così fluide che sembrano avere un legame con la
mia esistenza. Mi dispiace illudere chi spesso mi chiede "Ma ciò che
scrivi è la tua vita?"... No non è la mia...È quella di tutti in un dato
momento.
Song: Walk in the forest #briancrain
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Non hai parole. La tua anima ha vomitato tutto
quello che avevi dentro...brucia la pelle.
Il pettine, pieno
di nodi indissolubili. Domande senza risposte. Reazioni ad azioni
irreversibili. Farfalle di cenere nello stomaco. Non puoi più volare
via. Costretta a respirare i liquami delle tue lacrime, detriti di
ricordi. Aria tossica nei polmoni. Non illudetevi...non sempre chi ama
sarà amato. Chi toglie, riceve. Chi da...rimane solo. Squarci di cielo,
in cuori straziati.
Eppure questa tua maschera non si
sgretola. Un sorriso per chiunque ti guardi, ti parli...per chiunque
abbia bisogno di te. Un sorriso alimentato da quel briciolo d'umanitá,
sopravvissuto in questo misero mondo.
Vrevart90
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Farete fatica a leggere qualcosa che riguardi
me in maniera così profonda. Già i disegni, parlano...Anche fin troppo,
di quella che sono.
The words come out so fluid that they seem to have a connection with my existence. I'm sorry to deceive those who often ask me "But what you write is your life?" ... No it's not mine ... It's everyone's at a given moment.
Song: Walk in the forest #briancrain
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You have no words. Your soul has thrown up everything you had inside ... it burns the skin.
The comb, full of indissoluble knots. Questions without answers. Reactions to irreversible actions. Butterflies of ash in the stomach. You can not fly away anymore. Forced to breathe the liquids of your tears, debris of memories. Toxic air in the lungs. Do not deceive yourself ... not always those who love will be loved. Who takes away, receives. Who gives ... remains alone. Scraps of heaven, in torn hearts.
Yet this mask does not crumble. A smile for anyone who looks at you, you speak ... for anyone who needs you. A smile fueled by that bit of humanity, survived in this wretched world.
Song: Walk in the forest #briancrain
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
You have no words. Your soul has thrown up everything you had inside ... it burns the skin.
The comb, full of indissoluble knots. Questions without answers. Reactions to irreversible actions. Butterflies of ash in the stomach. You can not fly away anymore. Forced to breathe the liquids of your tears, debris of memories. Toxic air in the lungs. Do not deceive yourself ... not always those who love will be loved. Who takes away, receives. Who gives ... remains alone. Scraps of heaven, in torn hearts.
Yet this mask does not crumble. A smile for anyone who looks at you, you speak ... for anyone who needs you. A smile fueled by that bit of humanity, survived in this wretched world.
Vrevart90
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You will struggle to read something about me so deeply. Already the drawings, they speak ... Even too much, of what they are.
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You will struggle to read something about me so deeply. Already the drawings, they speak ... Even too much, of what they are.
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