The emptiness of this space

A peaceful evening.

Twilight.

Laying on the hay-fields.

Looking at our town from a different perspective.

Skyline.

Playing some music.

The emptiness of the space surrounding us.

Curly hair. Both of us.

This is you.

This is me.

No matter the past; no matter the future.

Just us. And a guitar. New songs. New melodies. New soundtracks for our lives.

It's time to change.

It 's time to move on.

It's time to say goodbye to the shadows clouding over our paths.

I am not afraid.

Are you?

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SONG: "She wanders"

She still believes in fairytale.. She lives in a world made of dreams.. She wanders around looking for an answer.. But the answer is yet to come..and so She wanders..wanders..wanders.. Looking for a way out. Looking for a steady hand. Looking for an anchor. Looking for the place where the answer lays. The answer lays. The answer lays. Deeper and deeper and deeper in her heart. Deeper and deeper and deeper in her soul. She is afraid too afraid to jump. She is afraid too afraid to look. She is afraid too afraid to find her way. And so she wanders..wanders..wanders.. Until she get completely lost.

Stop it. Will you?

Stop it. Will you? Come on. Move on. Expectations? Never. Just a little bit naive. Shifting my focus from what is unnecessary to what that really matters. Again, living day by day. The past is gone. Yet I still feel trapped in good memories. This is where expectations stem from. from good memories. from thoughtless promises. from talking talking talking. It makes no difference how aware you tend to be. It is still hard to control your mind and keep it focus. On the contrary, it wanders around on a long long path. And you get to a point when it is almost impossible to go back. Few steps to reach the peak. The most strenuous steps. Climbing up. Slipping back. Looking for some fresh water where to quench my thirst. thirst for love. thirst for results. thirst for fulfilment. No need to look far. it is there. it is here. within my self. deep down. in my soul. it is there. the water i’m longing for. that water to quench my thirst. It is just a matter of moving on. come on. It is so simple...

Taglietto nell'anima

avevo parlato qualche settimana fa di una ragazza. e un ragazzo. una notte passata a parlare d’amore. lenzuola calde. baci sulla schiena. illusione d’amore. la ragazza ora e’ di nuovo sola. lei e la sua vita. e’ sola come non mai… eppure ha deciso di non voltarsi piu’ indietro e camminare guardando avanti. si ferma. riflette. pensa a quanto sia difficile distaccarsi dal passato. o meglio quanto l’idea di distaccarsi dal passato sia difficile. in fondo non lo e’. in fondo non c’e’ niente di piu’ facile di abituarsi a qualcosa di nuovo. la ragazza indossa una maglietta bianca, leggins blue navy e stivaletti rosa. fuori piove. il cielo e’ grigio. la sua amata citta’ sembra piangere quelle lacrime che la ragazza ha finito. seduta su un letto scrive. scrive. e pensa. e suona. e sorride. ha male ad un dente, e un altro taglietto nell’anima.

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