The pavilion

And as I told you that night:
we spent half terrestrial life caged in this pavilion
hermetic pavilion which is monitored by hiding shadows in the sky
shadows in the sky passing by.



New day behind the bars:
I can see a sun coming through, it is like velocity into the Black Temple
a velocet in the fresh shades
I live with whichever you give me.
My little one, I live with anything you

give me.




Yet another new day behind the bars
I can see a sun coming through
it is like Velocity into the Black Temple
and I can see how small the time is, how little...my time is, how little your time is.


I walk and I don't know where I go: which black sky has brought you into my life?
I imagine your return surrounded by magic
as if you'd wake up on an Euro road.

That road that the time and the bars had erased from your mind.


Passing by labyrinths, my life
passing by labyrinths, your life

and I know it well
and you know it well.
Well.





An illusion:


I betted my life on it
and I lost.