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L'ombra è l'opposto del sole, ma si nutre di esso.
Un cielo grigio non genera ombre: nessun contrasto, nessun pensiero.


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martedì 25 giugno 2024

Red turns to blue

Red turns to blue

Goodnight baby.
The day has lost its summer glow.
Night calls in long shadows fast.
The sea shimmers like broken glass.

I hear those mighty engines roar.
Do we run, do we hit the floor?
Just a look, nothing left to say.
Black and white fades to grey.
All I'm left with is a photograph.
Coloured memory of you.
These footsteps take another path.
Mist covered eyes - as the
red turns to blue.

Old age burnt on a young mans face.
Such innocence, such, youthful waste.
What you got here is what you see.
Ten thousand years of history.

All I'm left with is a photograph.
Coloured memory of you.
These footsteps rake another path.
Mist covered eyes - as the red turns to blue.

So we tried to make a difference.
We were tired of sitting on the fence.
We were hero's before we had gone.
Kidded oursehes, this won't take long.

Now the flag flies half way down.
The tears are flowing free.
Right or wrong we're the last to know
And the day has lost' its nummer glow.

John Issley

 

Virano i colori della vita
come ricordi scarseggiano
in un turbinio di toni
che dilagano l'anima...

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