Who can say if a concept is possible or not
without words,
plain, blank, white..
I saw what you see and have no words to say
I realize that nothing is new.
….and the moon in the dark yellowing the clothes
stays the sea in your heart
prison or freedom, the high tide is coming
stay where you are
il crepuscolo è silenzioso, vena di bizzarria, una vecchia barca a motore alla deriva…
nuance of blue
between the sky and the Earth, the sea
it’s gentle and kind like a knight
clear and deep, light and dark
all the same among the waves
…and malinconic such as a man!!
I keep my look on your wings
carry on carry on, a glance to the sky
carry on with your flight…
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