Epiphany

Novembre 2012

piANoDfoRtE - Epiphany

(29/10/11) Looking through a mirror – … made-up sacrifice… – , I suppose worth-living any little while. Reflections just pretentions – pretentious but reflective – of hours falling down and always shrinking up. Beside my home, an empty street with lilàcs. Looking for you, a street-lamp’s dyeing a name. Nothingness is fixing us on Noday’s backyard door. Keys are only visions but you will have them all. Life for you is simple ’cos you don’t have to enter: your only need is – sometimes – to open for a while. Beside my home, an empty street with lilàcs. Looking for you, a street-lamp’s dyeing a name. No regrets, no desire. It won’t be my utopia. I shall just still remain and, then, somebody knows…?