etwas, was sich
nicht zähmen lässt
et un parfum
di roselline selvatiche
che pervade i miei sogni
e li consuma
lasciandone stracci
to clean up my histories.
etwas, was sich
nicht finden lässt
in the future memories
of a garden filled with places,
full of times for
wonderfulness.
etwas, was
wants to
dwell unnoticed
per quell’attimo eterno
in cui esiste davvero
– poi, tornare nel buio.
etwas,
in cui io credo /
in cui non credo.
Et etwas
um meinem – vuoto –
et si on tombait sur
un punto indistinto?
Etwas, to add dimensions.
How could we call
the creating creation?
