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  1. When night falls

     

     

    When night falls
    fears come
    and all the lights
    seem few to me
    to cover their shadow
    to cover their shadow x2

    When nght falls
    memories come
    When nght falls
    memories come

    and any sound
    seems little to me
    to cover their mouth
    to cover their mouth

    Fears
    memories
    they all dance together
    in a steange place
    with no walls
    with no floor

    Fears
    memories
    that shake hands
    to torment me
    to torment me

  2. A Mermaid without a tail

     

     

    Sea
    that moves in my blood
    when i think about it

    sea
    full of arms
    to rock dreams
    and also to drown them

    sea that makes me a mermaid
    with no tail
    waiting between mills
    the arrival of its wind
    so that it moves the blades
    and gets tangled in my hair
    with its smell

    how to describe the deep
    if it is not fall
    but liquid heaven
    through which sound travels
    of his dance

  3. Ding Dong

     

     

    The early morning bells 
    ring
    while the rain washes theglasses
    of my window

    Ding dong ding dong ding dong dongx2

    The street shakes
    shakes 
    shakes
    under my delirium

    and the world already walks 
    with me in the bed
    Awake
    awake
    Awake


    I look at the clock
    that in my room 
    serves
    as decoration

    And watch
    the hours trapped
    behind that sphere
    that is exhibitor

    I’ll take the 1
    The 2, the 3 
    the 4

    What do I know?

    What time to choose to make my day
    Today x2

    Ding dong ding dong ding dong dong

  4. The woman on the bridge

     

     

    I look at the clock
    and wonder. x2
     
    why why
     
    the hours go by
    without anyone stopping them  x2
     
    why why
     
    I look at the sky
    flying drops
    dress the mist
    that transforms
    the streets and the corners
    in undulating shapes
    in undulating shapes
     
    under under under
    a thousand veils of doubts
    of doubts of doubts
     
    It's already late 
    for you to come x2
     
    but not matter no
     
    I will have  a coffee
    looking at the river
    that carries the lost dreams  x2
     
    I will sip it
    slowly
    as if I drank you
    and stir the sugar
    without thinking of anythng else
     
    and not be a prisoner
    of the emptiness that you leave me. x2

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