Amid our songsImbedded between our songs,I'm thinking of you, my loveto my heart that tinglesevery time your eyes caress me brieflyand for a moment I tremble, motionless,livid of my angry nostalgia...
Tra una canzone e l'altraIncastrata tra una nostra canzone e l’altra,rimango a pensare a te, amore mioal mio cuore che fremeogni volta che il tuo sguardomi accarezza brevementee per un momento tremo, immobile,livida per la rabbiosa nostalgia...
Wintry admissions"If I could..." Miroslav whispered softly in the ear of his princess, making her blush as she smiled, slowly raising his eyes on him. "You already know it, right? If I could I would change my destiny with yours, just to make you happy."Zarina hesitated. At first she couldn't even formulate a coherent reply, put slightly uncomfortable by his sudden concern for her. For a moment she remained to watch her own breath condense itself in vaporous clouds while her best friend took one of her hands amid his ones, waiting.It was cold, it was going to start snowing - you could feel it in the air, the scent that heralded the arrival of a winter even more rigid than the current one - and the streets of the city were almost empty. In memory of the Christmas just ended there were only a few lantern here and there, covered by a thin layer of ice glistening upon their golden light.Since Zarina could remember, she had always liked the quiet atmosphere full of expectations for the new year tha
Ammissioni invernali«Se potessi...» sussurrò dolcemente Miroslav all'orecchio della sua principessa, facendola arrossire mentre sorrideva, alzando lentamente lo sguardo su di lui. «Lo sai, vero? Se potessi cambierei il mio destino con il tuo, solo per vederti felice.»Lei esitò. Sulle prime non riuscì nemmeno a formulare una risposta coerente, messa leggermente a disagio da quell'improvvisa premura nei suoi confronti. Per un momento rimase ad osservare il proprio respiro condensarsi in nuvolette vaporose mentre il suo migliore amico le prendeva una mano tra le proprie, in attesa.Faceva freddo, stava per ricominciare a nevicare - lo si poteva sentire nell'aria, quel profumo che annunciava l'arrivo di un inverno ancor più rigido di quello attuale - e per le strade della città non c'era quasi nessuno. In ricordo del natale appena passato rimaneva solo qualche lanterna qua e là, ricoperta da un sottile strato di ghiaccio scintillante sotto alla sua luce do
Somewhere in Nazi GermanySomewhere, in Nazi Germanyyou dance hand in hand with deathtrying to go on with your lifehoping to be lucky,and letting each day begin and endwith a bright spark of light,hot and burning like the sun.
Da qualche parte, nella Germania nazistaDa qualche parte, nella Germania nazistasi danza mano nella mano con la mortetentando di andare avantisperando di essere fortunati,e lasciando che ogni giorno inizi e finiscacon una scintilla di luce, calda ed ardente come il sole.
AnguishMax closed his eyes, overwhelmed by anguish's cold grip as soon as his fingers caressed the dusty keys of his piano.Once. Again.He stepped back of a couple of steps, breathing the room's heavy air and feeling the walls tighten around his helpless figure destroyed by pain as his head began to spin, increasing the sensation of nausea that had completely swallowed him.Zoe...He fell on his knees. They had become soft and gave way, forcing him to curl up on the floor, but Max was so alienated from the world around him that he wasn't able to hear the thud of his own body, the impact against the harsh pavement's surface, nor the tears that had clouded his view, wetting his cheeks just before slipping to the ground, right beside him.Mama...He groaned childishly, wiping them.He turned toward the door, and for a moment he was able to see her, appeared suddenly in front of the room's entry. She called him softly while was approaching him with maternal concern, huggi
AngosciaMax chiuse gli occhi, sentendosi sopraffare da un'angoscia profonda non appena le sue dita si ritrovarono ad accarezzare nuovamente i tasti impolverati del pianoforte.Ancora. Una. Volta.Indietreggiò d'un paio di passi, respirando l'aria pesante della stanza in cui si trovava, avvertendo le pareti stringersi attorno alla sua inerme figura distrutta dal dolore mentre la testa iniziava a girargli, incrementando la sensazione di nausea che l'aveva inghiottito.Zoe...Cadde in ginocchio. Le gambe erano diventate molli ed avevano ceduto, costringendolo a raggomitolarsi sul pavimento, ma il ragazzo era talmente estraneato dal mondo esterno che non riuscì a sentire il tonfo del proprio corpo al suolo, l'impatto contro la sua superficie dura e fredda, né le lacrime che gli annebbiarono la vista, rigandogli le guance appena prima di scivolare a terra accanto a lui.Mama...Gemette infantilmente, asciugandole.Si voltò verso la porta, e per un momento
While I remain sittingA light summer breezecomes back to stroke my hair,while I remain sitting on the highest tower of this citya wooden sword next to me and my glancelost in the infinite sky,dreaming of dragons, castlesand adventures worthy of the bravest heroeswaiting for the world getting tinged with the colors of the sunset...
GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
Carnival LoveHold my hand, My Love.Dead lights and lost music.Sit on my lap in this hollow carnival.Worthless pumpkins grow on the edges watching.A faded rainbow comes to an end at the smiling faces.Keep close,I'm not going to let you go.The talking lights are just dead plans.Damn them all, damn the lot who says we can't be.I told you to love meYou made our rainbow end.Damn it all in this old and empty park.You're worthless to me now and they were right.We can't be and so you can't be. Good bye, My Love.
Wake up loveHush now,I'm sorry the dream must end.It's time to wake upand face the world.Reality is harsh,the people are cold,that's how it isand you must wake up.For you have been asleep long enough.Time to wake love,and be with your peoplethey wait for youand have never given up.You can't let them down.The alarm's going off,and reality is waiting.You are only humanand cannot do muchbut everyone is importantand life is waiting just for you.Can you hear their cries?And the bellows of pain?You can stop thembut only if you wake up.It's time to wake up love,and face the world.They cry for your returnand you can't let them down.
If Truth had a tongueIf Truth had a tongueAll your armies, all your menAll your hate, against a pen Struggling poetBroken words Cold still coffeeBroken birds Against a boy- stone in handTightening hands on rubber band In his eyes see brightening hopeTo strengthen (still) the breaking rope Of justice, rights and human loveAs airplanes hover up aboveAnd I wonder, hands are shakingFaith is crumbling, words are breaking Torn up hope and spirits broken,Muting people when words are spoken, Time is racing against a pen,And I wonder once again, Who is weak, and who is strong?Who is right, and who is wrong?And I wish, whilst blood is drippingChains are beating, whips are whipping See the image- bleeding menHear the clock chime- broken pen Again I wonder and I wish If only the truth had words to speakWords to tell when days are bleak Peace to sp
ShareShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastTainted by lustMan the mastAnd sail the seaBefore you pay a hearty feeAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastOh you must!Play the mouseAnd flee flee fleeBefore the monster catches theeAshes to ashesDust to dustJust give inYou've already been beatInto the riverWith your hopes and dreamsOut with hatred and miseryAshes to ashes.Dust to dustI cant forget,As I succumb to rust
The FearThe day was a fair one, when changes aboundThe sun cast its smile on her faceShe lived like no other, in regions of soundA child in the loveliest placeBut as her head lifted, the glow fell awayHer heart skipped a beat in alarmThe shadows of darkness were longing to playThe moon seemed a beacon of harm"I'm tired," she whispered. "I just want to sleepBut oh, God, I pay such a priceWith no sweet distractions, I'm in the King's keepAnd I'm trapped, all alone, in his eyes."She curled up, lost in her thoughts and despairNo warm touch or words gave her peaceThe King set her off, with a gentleman's flair(But he'd drawn her the darkest of dreams)A lion that lay with its head all amokA scream that leaked blood from her soulA house that caught fire, a corpse on the rocksA little boy dizzy with coldA room with no meaning, a cliff with no lifeA Reaper that started too lateA man chasing children with armies of knivesA jungle that chose her as bait The dreams rolled
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
Smile Today, Darling!This mirror does not show me.All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,The ghost of a heart once pure white.But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.There's something, though, that screams out loud:A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smileSurfaces from a decade's exile.A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.So now, I finally see me.
Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my lifeThose who I have broken I will fixI'm done with this thought that I'm nothingCause I'm something that no one will never beI'm done crying myself to sleepI will laugh at the thoughtI will never pick that blade up againCause if I will cut something it will be paperI will cut paperWith my penI will write my emotionsAnd I will not hideI'm not evilI will cut my paperI will use my deadly weaponI feel bad for the item I'm covering in inkI know how it feels to be coveredI know how it feels to be corneredI will not take any pillsThis is my medicationI will learnSomething that we all have knownWhen we were kidsI will learn toLove myself again
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,with thoughts of atoms and connotation.She is brilliant, they say,but she knows she is lost.Numbers are her companion,she understands their mean, average.Words can twist her brain,she loves the wonder they bring.She is intelligent, they say,but sometimes,she doesn't feel clever enough.Sometimes she feels clever too much.Excusez-moi, in perfect French,but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.She is clever, they say.But she is not clever the way they know.She sees things as they are,and she prefers her thoughts to the world.She knows she loves them more than they in return,and her friends will be there until they wont.Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,she puts a smile on her face.She loves them as much as any,even though there aren't many.They bring out the best in her,the happy girl,not swamped by words.The one who isn't drowning in formula.Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,she knows this now,engraved in her
Keep on TryingThey yell at you,They tell you that you are useless,They ask you to try harder,They tell you your life is pointless.You just keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.When they can't understand who you are,When you mess up and a chance gets blown,When you want to be accepted,Remember, you are not alone.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.We all feel pain and distraught,At some point in our life,But my dear, sweet, friend,Refuse to be the middle of their taunt.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.And if you ever need help,Then all you need to do,For me to start running, is shout'I need you'.
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart. Scars worn down like henna tattoos.A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
Castles in the airEven the fools daydream...That something could go on well,oh, for a single timethey build castles in the air,daring to hope, dreamto find a temporary haven of peaceto escape to during the winterand dream of spring...