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Coldest night.. omens and signs

walking...

watching at my memories flow on the river bank

something weird

someone there.. someone died

lonely.. when I wake up

my back is heavy on the ground

feeling as my feet are naked

I can't remember how...

it's time stand up, it's the dawn!

something tells me not to turn around!

maybe it was a cold instinct God!

he's still here!

he's still right..

he's still right at my..

he's still here right at my side!!!

Run! as fast as you can,

I scream to myself

panic could suffocate this try to go away

all that I want is to run.. far away from here

far from here.. far from here

I stop my steps

I can see the stillness all around me

the morning's air seems to be so light

almost unbreathable

life is imperceptible

I feel like this loneliness could freeze my brain

here I am back on the road

the city .. the street of home

where is it? where?

seven o'clock I'm here in front of a newsstand

confused I don't see the news

better watch and I can understand

newspapers didn't get out today

what about politics?

nothing about endless wars

what about economy?

nothing about the new day

I walking across the roads, crossing the avenues

losing the way, now what can I do?

the same streets seems again

different streets, different places

why people move so slowly?

why no one cares of me?

I see in the distance

there's someone that looking at me

"hey guy, what do you trying to say to me?? oh what!"

behind his shoulders I can see my house

so run..... just run! run and run again...

"there's no need for you to run

in this unreal new day

the time doesn't fly

breath blows outside

you walked for many miles

then, tell us, do you feel tired?

your naked feet

are unhurt and white"

finally here I am, I step in, crossing the gate

there are flowers around that I never seen

I open the door while something says: "turn around!"

the garden disappeared

I'm still here on the river bank