Novembre - Distances

This dreary darkened sky in which I float benumbed into my Enola-gay filled with ambitions failed And when it will collide with the towers of madness I'll fall off to the ground hope will flow out from my wounds some unfit dog shall spill a tear of grief Far at east, by the silky way the mirage of a forgotten town rescues me in storms religions lost and empty sanctuaries I let my body being slowly buries along other fools To the silence we belong, and the silence in this wilderness throve the Via Crucis across the Dead Sea then caught in Samarkand bazaar dream No, don't search for me at North where the nonsense of my frenzied notes lead as now I am the Czar In sleep I spread my veils as day is much too harsh to sail while dream are bright and manifold