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A Child's Bright EyesA thunder shakes the motionless air and a little child's cry wakes the village.
Around her the antique furniture of the room is floating, like butterflies in the silver sky.
Cold water whispers in her ear the story of a fabulous world while it takes her down and down.
She abandons herself to the cure of its invisible arms, and she stops screaming.
Slowly a transparent veil covers her lovely face, taking her breath away.
Suddenly a dark strong hand catches her and drags her away from the wet nightmare.
The fresh air breaks into her lungs and she cries desperately.
Her mother sighs along relieved.
She was afraid to seeing her dream melting away into the water.
The woman runs away from the ruins of the house snuggling the beloved daughter.
She has lost everything, but she doesn't care.
Everytime she looks in her daughter eyes she knows that she will be happy again.
When Red Roses Turn Pale..He is sleeping tenderly, lost in his own world.
Every breath fills his chest with life,
His cheeks are roses in bloom.
Silence cuddles him sweetly,
The wind sings the most delicate lullaby,
The darkness protect him from the cruelty of the faith.
A warm ray of moon light kisses his face
And his innocent beauty shines more
Than the silver stars.
Suddenly everything turns red, the moon hides her face
behind a cloud and the sky can't help but crying.
Its frozen tears fall on the asleep Earth.
A scream breaks the eternal silence
and a mother's heart is smashed to pieces.
The sky is lit by death-pale rays.
The child's cheeks are now pale lilies,
as the Night runs away
with the roses she has stolen...
The Portrait of HerHe's standing next to the window watching the sky turning pale.
Another long night has gone without a sign from her.
He feels very upset but there is nothing he can do now that the sun rays are gently waking the inhabitants of the village.
He calls his valet to have his breakfast taken in his room because he doesn't want to stay in the living room all alone.
After a while he decides to compose something for her.
He sits at the piano and lets his fingers run on the keys drawing her portrait.
At first the notes are as unpredictable as her wavy hair, then they become as brilliant as her eyes and a moment later they are as exquisite as her red lips.
The melody becomes softer as he gets closer to her breasts and more intense as he reaches her hips.
Then the notes fall quickly, following the lines of her perfect legs to stop at her feet.
The sudden silence hurts him cruelly.
He can't bear it.
Without a word he exits his wonderful castle and rides his horse to disappear in the wood.
He has le
EmotionsI am sitting in the grass disconsolate letting the warm breeze caress my face tenderly.
The sun rises triumphant after its long fight against the darkness.
The dawn fires the sky but my heart can't exult.
My hands are dirty and empty. As I look at them, the pain gets stronger.
The war took everything from me.
There is no love, no joy, no dreams, no future left for me.
Dark clouds march towards the sun, threatening its splendor.
The Earth is soaked with Her sons' blood, and there is no peace in the sky above her.
I look around me and desolation is all I can see, but I am not able to cry anymore.
Suddenly a roar - I can't say if it was a thunder or a shot.
Something cold hits my palm making me shudder.
My breath becomes irregular, my eyes fill with tears, my heart beats faster and I finally feel I am alive.
It is a raindrop, and in this drop there is the universe...
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