I saw the sun setting
while a light fog
was beginning to uncover the lake
difficult to understand
where the dream ended
and where the reality began
strong sensations
for a heart
too tired
arias from “La Traviata”
resonate in the labyrinth of my brain
the curtain is raised
the director is still
on his seat
everything is a shock
maybe I got lost
in a jungle
that never ends
a comfortable room
a fragrant cake
a reassuring carafe of coffee
and my little private world
becomes always more private
exclusive lounge
where the absolute truth
doesn’t count
gentle furtive caress
of a hand
that want to be taken away
on the fantastic train
inside everyone of us
