My heart can change sky's shades,
while my mind is hushing or inciting wind,
people stop existing behind my tears,
Sadness is who masters all this.
Quiet Loneliness is not less powerfull,
in her neverending, her strengh dwells.
dunes, seagulls, woods, oceans,
they're turned, stony, into silent grey.
Though there's a silent giant, who,
back to human, makes my senses return,
sourrounded by darkness, just whispers a mantra,
his name is short, like a breeze, he is Faith.
La Finita
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