"Fog in a subtle 'wet Venice
nights of masks and false identities;
is haunting the calli a young man,
is released by 'chance and return to room.
hides from the world, with the mask on the face
no known him in the' absence of a smile .
Beautiful the friends who keep him company,
fake but the entertainment, the false 'joy.
All 'shadow of himself, he is just in that room,
the mask on the floor, the dance is over;
front of the mirror only a man can be seen,
through his eyes, the 'empty soul;
mirror glass but also of life,
runs the memory of a failed romance;
rapid jumps in the chest his heart,
rhythmic drum note d 'love
the mirror is smooth,
the plasma his mind,
assume that glass shape pleasing ...
She is distant, unreachable,
muse bright, impossible dream;
she's perfect, sweet, delicious
of all is the most valuable.
But he himself is the only time
without masks, with his torment;
like a wolf on the moors
retiring during the day, hungry for an evening.
The mirror is sincere,
's vivid image,
harsh and bitter reality ...
Other masks in the 'soul, to wear,
other stories that can be invented,
other ways to escape his life
wounded who gives him infinite sweetness;
s in the mirror 'breaks his face reflected
explosion of confetti is he now ...
tangle of emotions, dreams many
but can now only cry streamers.
"What 's life, if not an eternal carnival?"
Resumes mask, he returned to acting;
director of his life, his actions
actor of a script full of fiction. "
Sabrina (Feb. 1, 2010)
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| "A man and his mask," from 'album "Venice." |
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