Le Ore Rosa Di Mazenderan
Ataraxia
Your screams are in my mouth
and fall inside my hands...
The Spirit among the trees, the mask I've never kissed...
I will unhinge the balcony,
leaning against it will tremble and run on the contrary.
Trying to keep back life
I take-off my eyes,
dancing in my shoes,
touching with faith the holy water.
