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23/05/2003 – 02:52

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So, how could she sleep?
How indeed…
Somebody forgot and put out this fire
And while it’s still burning, night gets enlightened
A night with a silence that is laughing, accomplice
A night that is not going to end so easily
Unless it will shuffle into a dream
The same encouraging dreams from the past day
When uncertain ghosts became guardian angels
And forgotten loves could give the certainty of endless things
How could she sleep, after all,
with her eyes so full with child-like joy
so full with stupid lost simplicity
full with far and suffocated desires
of contacts accomplice and yelled too.
How will she be able to sleep tomorrow
Tomorrow, when she will be forced to forget
Tomorrow, when she will be able to sleep again
Naturally and without fires
How will she dare sleep tomorrow
Every tomorrow, when sleeping will become once again common
When tonight’s uproars will be so far away?
How possible she won’t long for the inability to sleep she has got now?

~ by Giulia Ciappa on 23 December 2006.