are the discordant noise of my steps on stage now
lure of an abandoned theater.
The Last Dance of a lame artist drunk.
chains rust moving trucks
of lights off, curtains draped from tears
Never again ... never sewn
Curtains open or closed as windows on the world of a single truth told
With real plasma entertainment. All
greedy actors to isolate small sensations
Tear a few tears of thrilling short
Among the dusty armchairs from the boredom of life.
All'inchino out away from the rumor
Across the road four steps
forget The only truths are those which we carry inside.
Keep the rest of the sun and tell stories described
read or recite some other life that has not been able to keep them inside ...
fill my emptiness with your praise
Your laughter or the drops of pain from the soul
flow from your eyes through the furrows of time
Finishing in the lament of your mouth.
My huge void of anger fruitful without nutriment
Dancing in the dark with echoes in the empty stage of the abandoned theater.
GCZ
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