Too much white is the sun for the eyes
and does not never sunset
midnight in the garden of the good and the evil.
Those happens that it happens,
therefore the hour passes and you don’t see,don’t feel nothing more.
Like in a time there are lost,
a secret passes,and you follow it,gentle,
like when you show the shadow at the sunset,lost.
And you will raise yourself,see,beyond their dominion
On ten fingers, sun beams to remember me,I follow crystals and wings pressures over there.
Genesis cosmos,ancient grace,only smoke,and day after day,fear to fly,on other dances,other waits.
Our time goes backwards and doesn’t grant nothing,
for all there is a moment,at the twilight the candor,
away from the flags,away from the civilization.
Music by Francesco Burrai
The Fourth Way Strings Ensemble