A little blues

someone has won

losing himself

his soul has died

looking for her

 

all people said

“he looks insane”

someone who lived

looking for her

 

he saw her face

all in his head

he prayed the night

to kiss her lips

 

when the moon shone

‘t was not for him

the stars were quiet

becoming blue

 

he chose his life

he wrote a poem

to touch the girl

who never came

 

he spent the nights

talking with her

he wrote a poem

to bring her soul

 

to life

 


Francesco Balasso

Francesco Balasso

Spreme la lirica, sparge parole a coriandoli, amalgama le ombre del salotto, taglia l’aria alla julienne, aggiunge amori invisibili q.b.

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