 Ho chiuso il mondo in un cerchio perfetto di ricordi screziati
Gemme rare dal nome elegante e lontano Rubino, topazio, ametista { Blue, rosso, verde } Colori primari di una metrica nuova Fluttuazioni impreviste intorno ad equilibri non ancora tali La bellezza del paradosso, La ricchezza dell'imprevisto Il ritmo asincrono del mondo  As traces from other lives, as paces from a time with no name, I just wait for a new spin in this never ending game. Breathing deep the rough smell of the earth, the wet touch of the grass, the formless babbling of water, the blessed cold of the coldest winter, I embrace the sense and meaning of all the things. As a lullaby, all those fragments of sensations merge together into a single moment, overwhelming any other distraction or melody around. A lament maybe, or just a faint tune from nowhere, bouncing and echoing in my mind as so many other times. Let me alone now, 'cause I do not want to miss the hymn of this enchanted, grand orchestra singing the song of the life and rebirth
And which I am part of. |
AuthorStories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. Archives
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