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Let Go

that I write my life in useless ways
and crying through the many worlds in the heart
with his picture and his hand
that only yesterday was only my
as I do now, I see that slowly leave

Leave her alone Leave her alone



let it go Let me say the heart and mind
but I can not help but to think but to stand
tremble with anger and fatigue
of loneliness makes me laugh my life, its smallness

Let him
Let Let her live

because you have to laugh

my empty life without her
but some things are just and right can kill other

I am nothing but a time I was writing
do not think I will return to live

Be
Let Die Kill
Be Falling

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Seven Years ... ... ... ... Reply anniversary

not survive it is only two years ----- -------

Seven Years and a Day
another year on the arch of the violin
in escape gray leaf
in the tears of another child, while the orchestra

crumbles and a dark figure writhes
falls, he cries fights,
uncertain waves on your body
with unhealthy taste for melodic sadness
Another year and she sings a hymn in his belly

cries near the ceiling where we joined
and eyes staring
other parties and friends
Adii
generous with smiles that takes your breath away
another solo in the world and flown,
the daughter of a mother abandoned purple, red
on stage one night in Bologna,

that night of celebration in which each song is broken down in tears and solitude

in your eyes unknown
a little demon seeks salvation.
But another year has passed and the signs of destiny
against
and cities without their lights
and still the god is reborn
dying on the throne of the legends
no longer faithful to play the breath
playing arpeggios
with the usual strings
kneeling on stones
back on the ropes suspended

time and his opinion was his mother or heavenly

to judge their end
And ten years must pass
Ten years ... Keep playing

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Does Arguing Hurt The

you if you can answer even if you do not know
even though I left no trace
and disappear tomorrow along with the rest,

I have not made any demand
but try to answer the same
try to understand me, try it approached

as there has never tried any
as anyone for a ghost,

know that you are nothing
know you do not care, I do not know

because there is no simple Forget me


of the spectrum along the road that runs through your life

with a piece of paper in hand

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My little vent in the piece of paper,
because when you take the chill
vomiting stomach pain a bit 'anywhere,
a perfect square of empty soul,
everything seems hateful and twisted,
everything fades into a tear,
does seem this life a broken toy,
and myself look like a dream now dead.

have a voice breaks the silence that reads
and reads a poem,
a floating body memories, which
dirty and the white magic,

of an empty room of a deserted cemetery
the regular breathing that produces sound, a sound
the end of time.