Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Forgetting


Do you remember if I call, one by one my restless days?
The mighty statues we created for our raging silent plays?
The olives that sometimes just sheltered a running kiss I stole from you
And memories that we succeded to craft them into something new?

Not bored by crying, I adore you, as solar dust you glow insane
A healing wound, sometimes it itches in such a way, not to forget
The kindest error you commited without expecting any gain...
I am still wandering... a shadow... do you remember how we met?

A thunder. Crazy. Sky is falling
In little tears that wash away my shame
Sinister screeching of an owl,
I fear and I love the same
No matter all the noise, just rest now and fall a feather on my chest
Cause after all, from time to time, even the muses go to rest
I'll guard the entrance of the Hell
I'll guard the entrance of your heart
I'll guard whatever needs salvation, without me taking any part.
So, well ...
Just dream as always and dream in choices something new
Don't mind the scattered tiny noises that maybe in your path I threw
Because I know all is forgotten in sickening and endless churn
So now, remember me and smile, cause one day it will be my turn.

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