Inglese

The knot is in the throat, for a reddish smile releasing the poison. Violins become slaves, naive are the…

You repress me when I wonder why we are what we are insane act of virtue, it seems like yesterday that I …

Strange is the way in which you leave me stay. Once I began to praise bookshelves of shivers, I can read …

In my disgrace she was my fever, the one which plays with death. I was alone when the misfortune came and…

High to the Sky, a fast union speaks loud, growing thunder after lightning. The sun is placed over with i…

They speak for themselves, outstretched hands on barbed wires looking for a keepsake, even my war will be

Gravity instead of a curse, I'd lose a mental force to become an aviator but the rain is misty like the s…

Chissà se anche tu guardavi al cielo, bambino ebreo. Ascoltavi il pianto straziato di tua madre, ed eri s…

Hate in the dark, deflagrations from the East, in a playground with the art of lack unacceptable any more…

They're tinged with red black posters with infected blood from an overdose of pencils. They're only wound…

This trailer of thoughts, dragged by the current, surfs up ceilings with melancholy landfalls gazing in

It burdens and maybe it shines every time a clock with a rhyme, different verses of equal stories, ancien…

do you remember the high school – the best – my little little face on town when snow still coming down: d…

Trills of ecstasy for a pillow of dreams hanging on the sky, ancient melodies take way where Christmas be…

So wild so ancient, these stars along the night, southern trees confused by a rain of mercy, I remember h…

It falls the night, bitter smile of strawberries and snakes while white as milk is the ivory of lost seas…

Sunshine amid crazy horses and Christmas letters at the sound of magic words similar to the whisper of wi…

Si fermò, presso le rive del suo Mare. Pensò. Io ho dato, ma nessuno m’ha voluto ascoltare. I miei versi …

It's winter there, angels know, it's Christmas there something more. I can find an answer between storks …

Why didn't I tell you the sharp leisure which is your fault caresses my soul and takes it out from vain d…

It's the night which flings a purpose. They know warm shelters in the ice reassuring as children's game. …

Something mysterious is making shiver a grey world, some people are breaking steps with a sound colder th…

It has gone another night, its face amusing, now it dissolves in the twilight where languid gestures are …

Save the call of angels, their screams, their lost ambitions. I fell the end of suspicious lessons to mee…