ItsFutureRustItsFutureDust

Under the
sun of a cold
winter the
greatest emotion
becomes a
noble seaside,
with the
care of my
life near a
delicate mirth.

Rage. Rage. Against the dying of the light.

I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream.

" I restore myself when I'm alone. "

A dreamer is one
who can only find his way by moonlight,
and his punishment is that he sees the dawn
before the rest of the world.

i miss you too.

If you want me, let me know. Where do you wanna go?

No need for talking, I already know.

If you want me....

Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands
So god damn this boiling space
The Spanish Sahara
The place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here.....

Francesco Sinibaldi

In the heaven, near a beautiful clapping, I hear a voice: a spirit appears in the shade

of a Chapel and everything shines on the side of your darkness.

Sail on silver girl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.