the first verse

the first verse contains the whole

we are made of rain, mud and coil

 and then

time passes by
time passes and leaves, as sand at the bottom of a puddle after the storm
the obsession about control

 and then

there are no more shadows, not even nuances

we know everything we see everything

every single thing is constantly illuminated!

 the delirium of omniscience

cancelling us, annihilating us and leaving us hopeless
dreamless without hunger and thirst, passionless ......

 we are made of rain, mud  and coil

the first verse contains the whole

and after all we are slight beings,

fragile souls

sometimes

we love and live more in the name

 than in flesh and bones

 

Marco Bo