You can see it in my face, not a single smile. Sad, lonely, silent…but ALIVE. I may not know what to say, I might not have anything worth of saying. But I can serve you a nice drink, down there in the nice place where I spend most of my day.
I walk along this dark streets of dark town, with my dark look and dark red lips, and I wonder what’s the sense in all this piece of life I’m in, what future I will be able to shape one day… but believe I’m ALIVE; no box for broken dreams; no room for dried relationships.
You, who are there, please see me among this crowd, and believe I’m ALIVE. See me and figure out the meaning of my crucified expression in bridal veils, here before this immense sea, with my soul split between duties and the need to get to the unknown beyond existence. In a while I’ll have to go back to the common living, and again I will feel forced to keep some doors closed to protect myself and survive.
But I’m here, and I’m ALIVE. One more lonesome soul trying to overcome despair. Is there a way you can find your way to help me?
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“Give light to my eyes, so that I may not fall asleep in death.” (Psalm 13:3)