Neither a message,
nor a single word,
Neither a caress,
nor a near friend.
Loneliness's World,
is so silent as grey,
I can neither breath,
nor distinguish night from day.
I get hold to the Wind,
that brings news from my Past,
my fearless heart, the unique
real thing, I can really grab.
Please, god of the lost ones,
listen to my prayer,
let South Wind go through me,
turn me into air,
let me fly with him,
to freedom, to nowhere.
La Finita
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