Due viaggi
01/08/2014- tra le 00:00 e le 00:30 circa (Inizio) da qualche parte dopo il confine francese.
10/08/2014- 23:08 (Fine) Francia, su una qualche autostrada, prima dell'uscita "Les Salles", dovunque essa sia.


Run in the darkness
Through the blooming light
Nothing but neon and blackness empty above

Speeding and dreaming
through the blackened France
Dark as the dark-haired beauty I so much love

A dark that seemed both black and deep, deep brown
As I, amazed, stood watching breathlessly
Hopelessly tortured, on the barren ground

And speed and haste, as streets and trees go forth
Losing themselves, in nowhere to be found
Am I too lost, or am I safe and sound?
...

Far away, far, into the running sleep
and streets and grass and skyes go on and on,
in cuddling darkness, so that no one sees...

Relying too much, us Men, on sense and sight
only to see them crumble, crush and fall
in front of Heaven, Heartbeat, and of Night...

Ablaze with blindness, can we trust and soar?
And can I rise in high flight as I fall
into your gaze and try embracing fire?

Non-speaking Night, you silent guide to all,
deliver me the message, send the sign
send me to war, to conquer or to fall!

Can I, may I, dare to dream that high
and, of the star-bright smiles that give me fire,
hope that the brightest may one day be mine?

Easy, I admit, the spark it is to ignite:
for I to double charms may twice be weak
And It's right that what shines before my eyes

Strenght I perceive, the flash of dazzling eyes,
a stubborn mind, a force from somewhere deep
Determination, will to hold on tight

Cute though, or even childish at first sight,
in what she has of unaware and pure
and instantly makes me turn sweet and smile

And both of these at once hit me each time
her beauties twin, and what they can inspire:
the latter tenderness, the former flames and fire...
...

Caress me again, my dream, the second night
as once again through blackened France I run
crossing a cloud-caped sky to my old fight

As once again, through distant scars of light,
the darks of ground and sky touch meltingly,
As stars could ground or forests could take flight

(Perhaps it is a childish thing to ask,
as this game of heart and wit goes on and on,
but have you got the trick, and how much fast?)

Perhaps it is as childish to ask, too
(as if the beast-eye-shaped Moon tells or cares)
If any of my dreams did reach to you?

Either that, or once and only once,
once in the lifetime since five years past now,
did one of yours at least try reaching me?

Long-aged, it is, the story of such desires
love-dreaming youth just swim in paradox,
mind metaphysics, and time-bending cries

Long live this all, though, even if it hurts,
even if gets you stuck in endless whys,
even if it makes you discuss with God

Unseen the depths of ocean and of sight
that standing next and asking Love reveals
to that heart wishing to be sent sky-high

Zenith is now the quote at which her eyes
dart into mine with darkness bright and deep
"Such gentle and such honest" as her shine

Zero of it all, a smile five years ago?
What was that made who I "Milady" call
the dark-haired beauty that I so much love?

Over the end, and back where it began
maybe the circle is about to break?
It comes the day it all comes to an end...

FABRIZX





Angolo autore: tranquilli, non saranno tutte in inglese. Alla prossima, a quest'ora non ho la forza di dire altro...