Short circuit
Far away a train felt his accent
Everything is brought to the surface by wind
The moon is at its highest setting
All around the stars are ardent in their
The thick night embraces its space
A siren breaks the silence in the street
A latch hell
confused voices on the stairs
noise of a shoulder
the door and jump
Darkness envelops the interior
smell of smoke all around
Sol torches rescue
In the bottom right is the path
shadow on the bed
Sad presents the verdict
Open the window immediately
The phone is tumbling to the ground
The time is going up in his short
Every moment is from door to door
The eyes are staring into the void
hand holds a piece of photo
A blunt pencil
A page torn
finally laid down on the bare chest
A name scrawled in imperfect
"Amalia"
Empty the bottle on the floor
The alcohol smell is like a tripped
is half empty tube
Latest pads at the bottom of the bed
The breath is still
pressure and soulless
is almost total abandonment
Sweat is glacial
The heart is flexing
The sky is falling
The beat seems deaf
Around all are in agreement
"of life can not you remember an old "
The hesitation has no hold
Every second weighs
An intramuscular injection
"Meanwhile, you will not hear no evil"
The needle pierces the muscle
Everything is done in the right calculation
Ancor non hai fatto nessun verso
Nessun attimo può andar perso
Guantate mani premon sul dorso
Il tutto fortemente per un nuovo percorso
“Uno.. due.. tre”…
Il tutto per farti ritornar nel terrestre
"No, not end it"
"Come on, come on, the sun rises every day"
A small movement
"There has moved chin"
A gasp, a cough
The heart is arguing its axis
"Mouth oxygen"
The recovery is going at full pace
A tear falls on her face
The joy of all is the smile
The hope has been rewritten
Death has been defeated
..E la vita è in risalita
Ogni percorso può esser lungo e faticoso
Ma la vita anche nel suo "schifoso"
Non può esser buttata al vento
Perché con lei non si torva il giusto accento.
Nilodan Gi. Pi.
23/01/2011
(Staff graphic)
