April 2009
4 posts
My Mirror Speaks
With every sun that sets I am feeling more Like a stranger on a foreign shore With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath
And when my mirror speaks it never minces words Cause these eyes don’t shine half as bright As they used to do and they haven’t for quite a while
Cause I’m a man who hides from all that binds And a mess of fading lines And there’s a tangled thread inside my head With...
Piccolezze
Gli “integralismi atei” non sono molto diversi dagli integralismi religiosi..
Infatti. Sono la stessa cosa.
