Dreaming,
a real dream,
has been unveiled,
the flames of desire,
standing here,
touched by fire.
Wake up,
and seen nothing,
my mind is lazy,
there is no recalls,
nothing at all.
The last stand,
give me some faith,
touch my soul,
freeze my kiss,
before is too late.
Togetherness,
don't look back,
don't say a word,
don't make swear,
we run from here.
Love will be believe,
face the truth,
silence at once,
hearts of angel,
we are in danger.
Breathless,
look around,
so many sounds,
loot at me,
there isn't anything.
The final chapter,
senseless,
my fantasy,
don't turn your back,
to the reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never turn your back on the reality Gianni...even when the fantasy feels better...well written...thank you