Gian Paolo Avanzo 13.12.2010

Here I am thinking you will never come back

this room seems a cage where my sadness is shouting inside me

I am an out of tune oboe playing slowly

a music without sounds

playing only silent desires and regrets

only voiceless and desperate rumours

can you hear my sorrow hovering across our love twilight?

A love desired, wished, screamed and ripped

a love you have never loved…