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Nessuno

21/8/2012

 
Immagine
Sognando l’imperfezione della vita
le sconfitte del tempo,
la sottile decadenza delle cose che la natura ad altri ha regalato.
Il mio corpo perfetto come una prigione
Le mie forme eterne una tortura
le mie emozioni ad eccheggiare come una eterna maledizione
Il senso del tempo
Il suo pulsare come il battito di un cuore.
Il cuore che io non ho.
Il senso delle cose che scorrono, scivolando via silenziose come la vita nelluniverso
La vita che io non ho.
Un inizio, una fine, una storia tra l’inizio e la fine.
Con un nome, il mio nome, un nome diverso dagli altri.
Il nome che io non ho.
Ricordi che feriscono la mia anima, memorie a tormentare la mia mente, memorie a dare
il senso di appartenenza a qualcuno da qualche parte.
Io non ho anima.
Io non ho memorie.
Io non appartengo ad alcuno, in alcun luogo
“Nessuno” potrebbe essere il mio nome.
Longing for the imperfection of life
Craving for the defeats of time
Lusting for the subtle decays the nature have given to others
My perfected body as a cage
My never-ending shapes as a torture
My emotions echoing forever as a curse

The sense of time.

Beating as my heart does.
But I haven’t one.
The sense of things passing away, sliding into the universe as life does
But I haven’t one
A beginning, an end, an existence in between.
With a name, only one of a kind, only for me.
My name.
But I haven’t one
Memories hurting my soul, memories tantalizing my mind, memories giving me the sense
of belonging to someone somewhere.
But I belong to no one anywhere.
“Nobody” could be my name.


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