molto ostinato, nobile inquieto, con amore



The letter is forged
a copy
a fraud
although sprung from the heart

The songs are mine
but they're not me
for I'm not there nor my own
I am many nights away and I belong
to another

The purple hours of night stretch into infinity
like railroad tracks:
never to meet
never to part

In the constant gap grows notturnos and doloresques
with fraudulent scent on thorny stems
The word is a potent poison and numbing are its vapors

Now the songs rest in silence on a desolate shore
The storm has abated
Poison diluted

The letter is forged
Not a word is true
But it's a fraud to tear down the heavy walls of a lie

Now I stand naked before the cold night
and all that remains is the lack of you