lunedì 26 gennaio 2015

Autumn flower

On that night, where I love the darkness of it ...
I start walking
between the dark road
and palaces from the other part of the field.
forming a crown of lights dark.
I lose myself with the mind, abstract
in that field
between dark and serene melancholy
and brightness pretend.
"You can not find me, you can not see me, but you can hear me .."
Abandons what binds you to sadness.
Walking through the shadow
to find the light.
I greeted the dawn.
She still hides the signs of memories,
like stars in the sky
which are reflected in the ocean calm.
"Throw yourself in paradise through the autumn fields!"
Embraces the melancholy
that flowing into the everlasting night sky.
She dances in the wind of the pain:
a dream to his left
death to his right.
She dance sprinkled with dry leaves.
We give a kiss to the night that darkens.
Disappears, although screams.
No one can hear.
She dances strewn with flowers colorless.
and wearing every day its shadow.
"What is your secret?"
Give the key to your dream ...
... to make you relive.
Even while she drowning in the sea,
She shine in the dark backdrop.
With wings night
she was thrown into a black and white background
the color was in her eyes.
Like a flower dancing autumn;
before falling to the ground fighting,
because she is beautiful ...
Dancing in the air following his destiny.
Death is just a sweet rest.
The flowers of illusion,
bloom with the dawn before to fall.