watercolor su porte

some days are gone, some days will follow cosa ho nel collo? – una voce but now – è silenzio tutt’intorno wo bin ich? wer bin ich? sillyquestions. the Sun is shining and the rivers are flowing there, where the Earth lets them play, make the drawing. was bin ich? …

preghiera

I was looking at that tree as always, when I dared to be, and you were far away from me, lost in a vision you could not yet see. How did we meet se non per caparbietà, per l’illusione di poterci sottrarre al nostro destino? Mi parlavano di libertà e …

immortelle

It’s cold, out there in the desert far from green earth, from the sea and the stars. Is this my planet? mi chiedo as a scorpion awakens me to be brighter and fight. Fa freddo, di notte, nel deserto lontano da casa und wir sind zerbrechlich und es gibt nur …

amando laetitia

Arpìe di carta di giornale ad oscurar la luce e una torre in cui restare, da cui scappare. Where does our journey end? I pretend to be another stranger but I know we are just the same sand su questa spiaggia che brucia. Das Dasein braucht kein Grund, und wir …