black winter

close to primal
objectives
certainty of my burden,
on a choosed path
small
white stones
on the way
scraps of
my spirit
my will

white fall

intensity on every surface
days that are gonne
left behind
thoughts
heart
each cell suffering
living lack

what..

happened
what is eating me
what as everything to be brand new

while more and more empty?

why..

suddenly it's so easy
why am i denying the evidences
why i keep beeing dark and

what is this disease in me?

how..

hard is it
how obvious too simulate
how difficult to generate a flow

where it all seems ashes?

who..

settled it
wo dreams the life but can't fend it
wo judges me

when the core is so intimate?

when..

nobody answers the phone
when it's all a lie
when the best we can have is now

how can we just stand still?

coda

shhhhhh
almost
briefly silent

shhhhhh
subtly shy
.....

glissando

full construct
automatic presence
unaffected

a serial, some kind of
inspiration
solution

red and green
brightning