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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