1996

you are the air around the thunder,
the cold wind of a summer rain,
the last death but one of a life never lived.
spent waiting in vain for tomorrow.

the air around the thunder of the summer cold,
the moment fallen from your time
on the head of who's looking for, in vain, again,
a light sphere.

i'll come back to pick you one day
you, alone, a far away beholder
breathing the rain of the absurd,
drinking air made of dreaming stasis

you're the air around the thunder
the cold wind of a summer rain, faded, nothing more.
now.

Datata e sempliciotta e parecchio "impicciata". Ah...i 20 anni che non tornano mai...