In a suspended time
as in old picture I'm in wait for you,
then I see you come
calls of seagulls and children echo around
in your eyes the same nuance of a twilight
where the grey clouds the violet.

what kindness now could the old salve renew?
endures the pain, the heart pumps yet
the poison draught of you.
we're just a spark came out from nothing
and all love and hate are out from us
as this age at its end.

Along alleys burns fires
dim and mournful as funeral pyres.
in dark channels floats
the black and silver coffins loaded with drunks
belle epoque! As an orgy without gaiery
just like in the besieged old towns.

and someone now on the high of the bridge,
under a mask greets standin' still
while spread his black disease.
our days will be forget in the future storms
and our kisses taste like the mud
where us and Venice will return.

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