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Scent of dried flowers



Just like a spy through smoke and lights I escaped through the back door of the world
and I saw things getting smaller, fear as well as temptation.

Now everything is reflection as I make my way through this labyrinth
and my sense of direction is lost like the sound of my steps.

I see my memories in black and white, they are neglected by space and time
I store all my days in boxes and left my whishes so far behind
I find my only salvation in playing hide and seek in this labyrinth
and my sense of connection is lost like the sound of my steps.

Words sounds music and I'm spinning in
Words sounds music and I'm spinning out
but I want to stay here 'cause I am waiting for the rain and I want it to wash away
everything, everything, everything.

Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog
walking through the fog.

("Labyrinth" - Elisa)

Io annoto ancora le canzoni che mi piacciono e le frasi che mi colpiscono sulla carta, lo faccio da anni, qualche volta l'ho fatto sul primo grande blog per il quale scrivevo che riunisce un bel po' di ragazzi accomunati dall'amore per il software libero.

E tempo fa, al paese di mio padre, ho fatto una foto simile a questa, un cardo...ancora sulla pellicola.

Trovo davvero molto bello l'accostamento delle tue immagini alle parole, alla musica, arti che si fondono in un animo sensibilissimo.

Ti abbraccio forte.

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