I longed for the snow
I want so much to get to dream about.
I want
Because snow can hide everything,
hoped I fell on my frozen heart
hiding from view,
but not the memory,
the wounds that I have been made,
those that I have inflicted
and those,
that, painfully,
I inflicted on others.
now my heart stopped beating for so ...
are no longer able to love.
...
Or perhaps
than they have ever been.
are probably already dead.
I always have been.
Yet
now
raising my sad eyes
the night sky
my soul sings with joy
a tune I know by heart
making me thank.
under these stars,
under this rain of light,
to be alive,
be able to witness again
at the rising of the moon
raising ,
with her,
my old song
moment to praise perfetto.
Il mio cantico.
La mia preghiera.
La voluta di stelle che ,
più vive di me ,
assistono alla mia morte
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