Natural B&W
Posted on 09/12/06 17:47

Finalmente la neve, è arrivata come una boccata d'ossigeno per noi montanari convertiti al turismo. Ma prima del bel tempo, questo cielo plumbeo crea un'atmosfera strana, come se il mondo si fosse fermato per un istante. Un istante senza colori, un istante che un raggio di sole riporterà alla vita, forse domani.
GREY SKY DAYS
A sky so grey
I cannot remember the sun
The trees have all surrendered
If they could, they would run
The wind is shrill and biting
With a corpse-like cold
Reminds me of my childhood
Reminds me that I am old
The air feels unnatural
Uninviting, unknown
The same air you find
When you have strayed far from home
A bird somewhere else
Howls out at the sky
My screams are internal
But resonate just as high
Life turns a little sharper
A different contrast on the day
When the air turns cold
And the sky turns grey
A sky so grey
I cannot remember the sun
The trees have all surrendered
If they could, they would run
The wind is shrill and biting
With a corpse-like cold
Reminds me of my childhood
Reminds me that I am old
The air feels unnatural
Uninviting, unknown
The same air you find
When you have strayed far from home
A bird somewhere else
Howls out at the sky
My screams are internal
But resonate just as high
Life turns a little sharper
A different contrast on the day
When the air turns cold
And the sky turns grey
Michael Tworzydlo

alberto wrote: