impulsi aggressivi

Post N° 8


In the silence of the night I loose myself, it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound. In the drunk'ness of solitude I fear no more the solemn realms of death No single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness My heart is aching nevermore for I know that all may end Just I and the poetry of the night Now forever one.... Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one, The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me...