Pebbles of time roll along the slope of the eveningvoices of a distant call sing,a dream,echo among the waves of the seacrumbles the stones into sand,an albatross rises out of nowhere and callsevery echo respondswith the voice of time, memory.The door to the sandcastle is closed-whoever is inside is inside, whoever is outside is outside-a song rises to heavenand a prayer caresses lonely heartslaughs a … Continua a leggere In the Evening

Sometimes you can feel like a wounded bird hiding its head under its wing seeking refuge and protection. It rests, recovers its courage because it knows that those wings are ready to fly and guide it far away. Qualche volta ci si può sentire come un uccellino ferito che nasconde la testa sotto la sua ala in cerca di rifugio e protezione. Riposa, recupera il … Continua a leggere Like a Wounded Bird