tonight I got lost in a dream that smelled of places already visited. I must say a nice dream. we are in a seaside village, at the North Sea. there are people from my past and unknown people. it is Saturday morning in a basement where teenagers play and we play a game that is a mix of 'Who's afraid of the hawk' and bullfighting. and he is here. he has been invited. and he came to see me. he does not belong to me anymore and I also do not want him anymore, he has the smell of a stranger, but his presence is very familiar to me, I feel at home. a beautiful dream that filled me with hope. and left a bit of hope even when awakening in the morning.
Where do I go, when part of me is dying?
Somewhere they're baking new bread
There's peace in my life.
I'll be the rain, and you'll be heaven crying
And my eyes will be filled with flowers
Upon the snowfields of white.
And we will learn to walk together
Oh hand in hand, we'll walk together
Domenica.
Waiting for you, I'll drink a glass of wine
My heart will explode again
And we'll be larger than life
Time in the distance, will bring me to your side
From high up in heaven, diamante
We'll see peace with our eyes.
We'll see them walking, the brides and soldiers
Dancing the dark, they melt together
Against the twilight
And all together we'll lift our voices
Singing the time, to play at soldiers
is gone forever
Domenica.
Fai piano i bimbi grandi non piangono
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