few days ago we launched "our own talents," the initiative to show the lights of talented young artists from L'Aquila. Today we give space to a song, or rather to its text, Crimson daises (do not know if you write like that, but I did not want go and check). As the author of collaborating with the blog, we asked him to explain these words. We report the comment, not too expansive to be honest, apirante of the anonymous writer.
"You want me to explain the text? Actually I always thought that a song is a song written to explain evil. So here is simply breath of life: I dedicate to all of us, and our future ... "
But do not cry over the pain
not take refuge in a river if
because this salt burning in the eyes
like pain, you'll see, will
Now that the past is a faded memory
drowned in the blood of one who goes
dust is to laugh in your face
remains that we do not know what
Why that night will never be far
and think it is a thin blade that cuts
infinite array of emotions in one moment
as a crowd in a small field
And back to scream in the wind land
and returns to shake all our hope
now that maybe, just hope
is our greatest act of freedom
And that anxiety to discover breathing known
to meet that caresses find who you
if you open your eyes and do not know where to go
give me your hand, I'll take with me
The I know, was the intense smell of death
for days that penetrated the skin which has the
but now back to counting the stars
know that there are breaths of life
Yet hidden behind the dark
must be a sun that is coming back
and though perhaps he has lost splendor
others tomorrow will give us
And then we go to dream
to laugh Time to sing the pain
for now is a workshop, we hope
but we will restore desire of love, you'll see.
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