I'm not going to write more and it's a bad sign! I'm off ... I still have a heart tonic to hear my heart beating faster ...
finally go away and many things will change but never again live in front of the sea, not in front of this sea, where there are not the four seasons!
already written There is nothing that can better reflect my current situation, song "Winter sea" (Loredana Berte 1983):
Winter sea just a movie in black and white
seen on TV and inward
few clouds from the sky that is thrown down
wet sand a letter
the wind is taking away
invisible points chased by dogs
tired old parables of seagulls
and I'll stay here alone to look for a coffee
Winter sea is a concept that thought does not consider
is little modern is something that no one ever wants
hotels closed already faded posters advertising
machines draw furrows on roads
where the rain does not fall in summer
and I that I can not even talk to me
Ocean sea here is never no one to drag me away
Ocean sea nobody ever comes here to keep us company
Ocean sea I can not watch this because
this wind stirs me too
this wind stirs me too .. .
returns among extinct volcanoes, including the homes of tuff, where everything is familiar, where he began the road to freedom is right and where it closes the limbo. Just be suspended for his immense that infinity is so close to nothing, I need of the beyond.
