Sento nell'aria,
il sussurro sonnolento di un nuovo ingranaggio,
il silenzio dell'universo
che trattenendo il fiato, attende.
Si respira nell' aria
l'immobilità prima del moto,
il respiro prima del salto nel vuoto.
Qualcosa sta arrivando!

I can feel, in the air,
the sleepy whisper of a new gear,
the silence of the universe,
wich is keeping its breath, and waiting.
I can breath in the air,
the gap between the standing and the jumping.
Something Is coming!

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Those are memories, then,
that make my heart bleeding.
They are so sweet,
that my heart beats slower
and heavier,
carrying the weight
of what could have been,
and now never will be.
Those are memories, then,
that precious powder,
that mixed up with tears and missing,
Will make my heart beating slower,
but calm,
because he will be carrying the weight,
of a Golden Heart.

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I still know your name,
In my prayers I still feel your kisses,
In my prayers I still see you on my knees,
In my prayers you are still here with me.
In my prayers, you are the miracle
who remembered me how to pray again.

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Weather Is so warm, that even time slows down to catch its breath.

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No noise
Is lauder
than the beating
of an heart in the empty.

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Non c'è niente
che faccia più rumore
di un cuore
che batte nel vuoto.

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The rose in my heart is frozen cold,
and a thorn on its stem is born.
I feel, for the first time today,
the bite of winter in my mind.
And I'm standing here,
waiting in melancholy,
for my spring to come this year.
And I'm not sad,
I'm just silent:
I feel it's better not to talk
with the spiteful winter wind!

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Your real beauty doesn't reflect in the mirror, but it blooms out in every goal you reached giving all of your soul away in what you did.

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The genius of a person is reflected in the chaos of his thoughts.

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the first, shy, drop of rain.
We barely saw it,
and it's like this
that the sky wants it to be;
because that tiny drop
it's a nostalgic tear
of how much sky loves summer;
and when September comes,
he knows that it will have to wait a year long
before his heart can beat again.

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And you do not believe
that you have no time to spare
to see the beauty of life,
because the memories
that worth the most
are less than an heartbeat long:
they are soap bubbles
blown by the destiny.

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