Maturity (D. Rizzo - R. Sprecacenere) April, scents of autumn, dry leaves and chestnuts. Landscapes, soft colors, that invite you to think, to remind... Many childish doubts! What a desert certainties! Who brings fate to the real essence? to find the internal disorder Rummaging in the consciousness, preventing the acceptance of himself and complete understanding of personality Like an unexpected flash, reaches the age of maturity Maturity, meaningfulness or pure idiocy? Maturity, a virtual bridge between childhood and old age. Hours are slow steps, that approaching the goal the days are dry branches burning to delete the pain. Mounths are incomplete sentences, that are lost in the wind Years are handfuls of memories, overflowing feelings. Many primordial fears, in this orgy of words! Live away the time it's difficult to take the soul Erase from mind memories that leading to resentment, denying a free feeling to obscure the passion of personality Like an unexpected flash, reaches the age of maturity Maturity, meaningfulness or pure idiocy? This tango is not a simply cry, forbidden fruit without bite. Maturity, meanigfulness or pure idiocy? Maturity, a virtual bridge between childhood and old age April, palette and brush, tenderly poetic inspiration which gives the maturity … |
sabato 30 ottobre 2010
THE CONTEST: The Song Madurez (English)
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