Invisible Front. 2005

Logbook.

Up here, in this part of the sky, each nerve transmits sounds.

Dimensional space is cancelled,

and there's no interruption in its purity.

The desert is nothing, now...

There are no falling sleeves, here,

no day reminds of another,

as no instant is similar to another.

No life crosses any other lives, and never will do...

as every being has been conceived for a sole aim,

and is held in a page apart.

Lunar vista is a source into oblivion,

It shines with a light which is not comparable to any possible atmosphere,

simply, with refinement.

Chill and dream both become questions,

There's no breath any longer and the eyes will remain shut.

Here stars don't belong to any painter's poor vision

and every entity is comparable withi infinity.

Thought analyses itself on diagrams of everlasting light

and heaven loses its borders.

A sunny morning, almost spring,

your drowsy smile grey like a kiss

some weary lover would have given

to a glorious jewel from the abyss.

Where are the hours of your rising night...?

Worn-out and incredibly bright...

And then again we both wake up

saying hello to our own world

a dust like gold was everywhere

filling the room, the reborn air

unseen a spetter was waiting

for that invincible soldier.

He had my eyes and my cruel heart

my secret days, my chilling flames

was near to you while staying apart

watching his days lost in a game

made for some ghosts looking like him

but I can swear he had a dream.

A sunny morning, maybe March

And now must turn my face to you,

I must realize what is that arch

enemy looking for your blue

but willing and merciful arms.

Don't say a word.

The world has gone.

(Year 2005.

A small but powerful spaceship called "Nefertiti One",

only containing the corpse of a beautiful 33 year-old woman,

has been launched to space,

for the purpose of making possible extraterrestrial intelligent forms of life

admire human beauty at its best.

The body has been teatred with CS4BETA2, a revolutionary mummifying process

created by the Canada-based firm Innovative Icon Laboratoires.

Nefertiti One should be in a position to travel by space

one thousand years approximately,

before becoming a wreckage lost into eternity)

Blue suns, crystal and soundless.

Right the third year after departing.

Meanwhile, down on the mother,

another ape is feeling sad.

Lasting fine scent as a human

impossible history made by French or Italian liars,

tattoed lipstick and grey eyes

thrusted in your sculptural mournful sleep.

On earth, October's last blossoms

are smelling intense filled with life

one minute before getting shadows.

While like an enemy you're going

towards the final empty exile

to glorify a far off decline.

Your arms today look slighly tanned

as maybe stars have touched your skin,

going beyond the proof blue crystal.

A new world is coming up to your ship

tomorrow's dawn will see the shape

of a star sanctuary's dream valley.

There's an obscure place in the sky

holding momories of what really occours

Nobody knows where it is, not even God,

and its gate is lost in the mist.

There's no bright praying, nor your name's sound.

It holds the shapes, shapes of souls,

the dead zone in the sky.

There's no bright praying, no name's sound.

It holds the shapes, shapes of ghosts.

The dead zone in the sky.

The past of the ones going there will be erased,

not found any more.

There, the final space where some lives

will succeed in dying, becoming eyes.

There you'll become silent death

living invisible as God himself.

There, in the final space where some lives

will succeed in dying, becoming eyes.

In the dark, every shape creates flashes of fear

and this night's chilly breath is shaking my thoughts like old autumn leaves.

Sometimes I'm happen to dream... and I don't know the truth.

I'm seeing you... just seeing you... again... holding out

for a non-existent guilt, for every repressed scream.

You waited... waited... but your mother was not looking at you

and your not many years were freezing the room and all of the eyes around there.

When I saw you... you were dead.

Then, I saw a shadow passing by

So I got a bit confused.

Don't dry your tears,

Now they must see your pain...

Sadly

every night I pour wine

in the silver glass you loved

Sadly

once again

I drink your past and close my eyes

sitting near you, empty.

And still I am here

with your smile thrusted in my heart

every night.

All the words

all the downs

all the men

all the shame

all the lies

all the ruins

all the sounds

all the damned suns

all the beasts

all the bastard sons

are about to know who you were

In every death there shines a star.

Every sorrow recalls frames of a no return to life.

May you see the brightness of lost distant Jupiter's rings?

One day sunrise never will come.

No return to life.

Flashes of life chase each others.

Would have cried all my tears...

down there I found my breath.

And heart doesn't beat anymore

but life's dreaming into dread.

Mars sky's layers are licking me.

No return to life.

Više me ne plaši buka

Gotovo da je ni ne čujem

Dole u dvorištu stoji par koraka

Jesu li to koraci za mene?

Tek jedno maleno ubistvo...

Ponekad, deca se igraju

Smeju se, preziru

Kiša staje

Smem li sada izači?

To je samo jošjedna smrt

Koja neče kasniti

Don't be sad and come, come to look out

of the windows in a wasted morning,

this lost and menacing sky is yours,

it's just my gift, my gift for you.

Only my hate still remains,

only closed eyes and hazy shouting

which are dying out so lazily while

everything shatters my idiot plans.

Let's go for a walk to foggy streets,

foggy like the dreams we dreamt about and

keep on staying alive in the frozen dreams

which somebody sings the praises of.

Here is just the hand of your cruel friend,

in a silence "vie" with no return,

then you push me back, back to the tiredness

where I come from... alone?

Maybe time ago I did give up,

losing something I was fond of,

but there is no trick, no lack of awareness,

if I look back.

Some hours again, in the loss's sun,

and also your eyes will get a flower,

born among the new fear of the crowd,

born while waiting crimes to come.

I have open eyes and I still breathe

and I breathe pure wrath in the cut air,

and believe me scorn is not enough

for this heaven.

And I breathe the streets of loneliness

even though they told I was dead

and I can't forget the boundless winter

and what it whispers.

Only for your eyes I might cry,

but I cannot look, cannot look t you.

I have joy and death within myself.

I have joy and death.