Living a Black & White old tale

Such a lovely cold July...

Sweet July... 

Bitter as our symphony. 

Our song of goodbye, 

our horrible dreams, 

beautiful nightmares. 

In this winter madness, 

hope lies on the ground. 

There's no rest, 

it feels so numb. 

Soul frozen and twisted in the essence. 

All the flames of joy are distant and cloudy. 

I'm nostalgic and melancholic 

in the heart of darkness... 

On the sweet and cold July.

Th.

04/07/2011

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