Dancing in the rain

I have been a little ill, I still am, and sometimes the tiredness of the fight makes my mood dark... I tell you this so that you understand what I mean when I talk about the fog chasing me...

I think that many of you have been ill at some point in your life and that it will be easy for you to identify with the story even though here I speak of others, of those cemeteries that the war fills with crosses that, being so many, become anonymous.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhCysPaEkuU


Today it rains in the field of the dead

while I walk reading their names

writen in chalk on crosses of blackboardd


landscape that lifeΒ 

planted in my soul

and that I leave behind

dacing in the rain

to feel me alive

despite the graves

despite their voices

calling me


I dance I dance

for them

for me

the fog is chasing me


dense cloud that does not fly

but is enough to hide any meaning


and while I walk

I feel devoredΒ 

by the shadow of what can't be changed

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