Hologram Moon

After rainy days I saw

your shape rising again

calm among the clouds

peaceful and serene

careless of the world

careless of the war

your makeup

articial lap

Moon, can you hear

the call of the ghosts

living your ground

fake is your face

looking at your mirror

of nothing

And a mawkish rainbow

marks the borders

between earth and sky

as approved reed herring

years and years of history

on your silver lie

send me a shot

of your fairytale

Cold as your love

kissed by a morn

that never was born

blaze over bonn

and play all those chords

of moonlight illusions

We milled around

exploring each wall of snakepit

consuming our last candles

in a slow plot.

And then you said "don't follow me!"

When rain was turning into sand

and crack shaking the earth

we looked up to each other

as if the only light...

your smile became my cradle.

We're dancing around all the tears,

around bleeding fresh ruins,

around all that grief.

Now, look at it, oh my lost black lord,

watch how the sky weeps, love wants to kill.

We chased a lifeless winter,

we planned the sacrifice

I glimpsed a scary tempest,

you showed me paradise

and from a stone white roses bloomed.

And when my wings were burning

you were my holy water.

When all became silence,

you, my every word.

You took my face and whispered

"Don't look away from all the tears,

from bleeding fresh ruins,

from all that grief.

Now look my love how my hands bleed".

Love wanted to kill

now wants relief.

Someone's broken by the lost way,

someone's chosen by that.

Gold immensity was calling,

don't feign that nothing exists.

And the voice was drawing something,

Like a passage through time

till the borders around crumpled

the old world said "goodbye"!

My first flight, be the end of this night!

All we see is ours, all we see these hours

enchanting our sight.

Food of light

is the shiny aurora to come

while we film the sea life

amazing visions and irradiations of waves.

In a planet without black seals

endless oceans, blue dawns.

Our cries, as identity of children

will be the grand final song.

When the noises go back

into a silent sea...

This is where we shall go,

lost isles, our brand new home.

When the sun

lost the burning glory of the gods

and the light went out

forgotten in heaven

forgotten in hell.

Food of light

is the shiny aurora to come.

Opening a glimpse into eternity...

downfall of rays.

Land on the shiny sea

in the night tranquillity

while I could hear the sound.

Moon eyes never let me down

And on the screen

Jesus was a ghost

telling of saints

and esoteric codes.

New holograms in a frozen cave

mesmerizing cult

blue museum from K-Pax

misleading with fantasies.

Rain and diamond sparkles

falling on sleeping holy spacemen

dreaming of moonlight.

Millenia are fading out.

Like a marble tombstone

Orion is waiting for their eyes

rainbow light, slow light.

And on the way to the silent zone

I see their sign in a lunar grey. I'll drive my days toward a dream device

erasing all the tracks to my shadow flight.

I set the day into a dream device

holding movie frames of amazing galaxies...

a shot of the immensity.

Lost into a vision like a dizzy morn

while I was singing out mysterious words

a secret shadow brought memories

drawing a rainbow filled with reveries.

Slowly an illusion crossed the skyline

danced to the rhythm coming from our mind

throughout millenniums

nothing but spam...

moonlight sonata for holograms.

My immagination followed common lies

denying myself a hell of surprise.

Kinda hallucination behind colored drug

in a ghostly flash after party time.

And the photo fades out your innocence

but you'll never cry

till your very time comes.

Time to realize

you can't see any clues with your eyes

otherwise you're fool.

So please give 'em room

listen to some cooked news!

Blocking out visions of a blurry porn

I keep on singing in mysterious worlds

a sneering shadow brought memories

working a rainbow filled with reveries.

Fast an illusion crossed the skyline

danced to the rhythm

coming from our mind

throughout millenniums

nothing but scam...

moonlight sonata for holograms.

All my information followed common lies denying myself a hell of surprise.

Kinda hallucination behind colored drug

in a ghostly crash after party time.

And the photo fades out your innocence

but you'll never cry till your very time comes.

Time to realize

you can't see any clues with your eyes

otherwise you're fool.

So please give 'em room

listen to some cooked news!

Wheels of black creation

where your sorrow waves

on a sharky line running along a grim cliff

like a fan does

dead to any sense

paying for pricy aims

and delightful crimes...

The ones who love the drums

the ones who hate my tunes

the ones who hate guitars

the ones who love itunes

the ones who write of their dogs

the ones who say you're wrong

sometimes i read your words

the hours the morning comes

The ones who wake up soon

and tell the reason why

the stars are on your side...

... the dark side of the moon

of course they couldn't keep

any silence what a shame

innocence is just their faith

God bless their self-pitying fame!

And I don't sing don't sing no more

and I'm floating in the spring air

I've got no song for your wrong turns

sorry I have nothing left to share

And I won't sing won't sing no more

and I'm laughing in the dusk

laughing at your old scummy world

my actual face turned into a mask

The ones who say "You bond with your captor you survive"

the ones who break the rules

by smoking cannabis

the freedom watchers who

are here to talk you down

by hook or by crook

under sinister blood flags

And now I finally sing my song

aloud and free in the dusk air

that song that cheers my real debut

the song you'll never listen to.

Put on your goggles and tell me

whether this song is good enough

whether it sounds refined and rad

or for your gourmet's ears is too rough

And so I'm singing in the air

a song you wouldn't listen to

my tears have dried my pain will go

my song's for Alice, only love.

When every diary looks the same

and all the signs draw up a fake

and every story lands on earth

not showing life nor any sense...

When all the shiny stars like rain

are dancing like demons in the air

singing soprano-like your end

your very end your story's end...

Daddy, won't you close the doors

before the ghosts are here....

Daddy, come to close the windows

before the tempest comes

But rains... still here...

I called the reaper out to me

I called all forces to destroy

imaginary worlds of stone

imaginary twins of love

Hurry up I'm freezin' cold

and please cast an eye on me

now my body bleeds white dreams

as if we were together

but night will fall.

Tell me once again how you

met your beautiful girl

tell me once again what you

you felt when Mario sang

please hurry up, the ghosts are here...

When every diary looks the same

and all the signs draw up a fake

and every story lands on earth

not showing life nor any sense...

When I'm leaving

my good sensations fall apart

a face is freezing

deep inside my hopeless heart.

My tears, an ocean

I need a tale to stay alive

I feel no emotion

no longer fire will burn inside.

Winter stars are flashing so blue

something corny and something new.

Don't you see moon's eyes...

sad and crying.

The moon is looking out

the mirror of millions lies.

Feel the chill now

evil things might happen soon

I realize now

Shocking things will happen soon

my tears, an ocean

I spread my wings to reach the light

just like Icarus' fool flight

I burn my existence to feel my Christ.

Winter stars are flashing so blue

Something broken and something new.

Don't you see moon's eyes...

sad and crying.

The moon is looking out

the mirror of millions lies.

A dark clock appeared on a morn star

blinding guiding angels round her car

and the time did start playing scary beats

shutting down the e-eyes on the streets.

She slowly spread her wings and

the blue river turned bright

while on her final flight

so willing she swam to surface.

There were many names as mystic sounds,

hypnotizing tunes waving round.

The first omen from interstellar clouds

crossed the sleepy ghost town.

Snow whitened that december

like a movie's final scene

like a memory on morphine

like a rewind

floating on confetti

shed on icy river waves in her solitude... saved.

Flow river, flow...

The wait... sweet like strawberries and cream

you're about to arrive, there, where not many were.

You will touch that fairytale made of silver light

and wind-blown sounds.

You perceive the frequencies of your heart,

that barely manages not to get out of your chest.

Landing, light-and-shadows, breathable air.

Then the sky is collapsing, no thunder, no lightining.

There are no stems nor storms.

Jackhammers and straps fill the air, deafening,

covering the scene with cracks and dust.

The show is over.

Former passengers have restored the big cinema.

Gas and concrete covered the silver

and now the light is laying under the dust.

The lunar mirror is obscured,

dreams trapped in the night,

now free to fly elsewhere...

Vedemmo i giorni andare,

su strade senza fine

a consumar candele di storie altrui,

poi la tua voce... "corri via!"

La pioggia resa sabbia e crepe scossero

quel cielo perso altrove su stelle fragili

ma il tuo sguardo, mia luce.

Balla con me, su questo sangue, sulle rovine e lacrime.

Nero diamante... puoi vedere,

il cielo piange, l'amore sa uccidere.

E venne un lungo inverno

che il sole aveva ucciso,

ma dietro la tempesta

svelasti il paradiso

e rose bianche apparvero.

E quando io bruciavo, tu eri acqua santa.

Quando fu silenzio, tu ogni mia parola.

E come una carezza...

Resta con me, su questo sangue, sulle rovine e lacrime.

Porta il silenzio nel rumore.

L'amore sapeva uccidere, ora vuole calore.

Useless words are going away,

to the waters of this sea

while your breath is getting cold

and an empty field around

tells 'bout flowers you have loved,

bringing flowers to your dusk

while your days are vanishing

lost somewhere among the tides

of your shining hurting sky.

So your voice is calling now

and I can't believe it's happening here

in the end of this old night

while your hands begin to pray

in a new sun without light.

And your shade is getting close

wrapped in those forgotten dreams

gets clearer...

Writing smiles on my lost lands

under grey and bitter rains

leading my eyes to the end.

And the room is getting bright

and I can't explain myself why

now you're floating in the air

now your laughing in the air

with your inexpressive voice.

Who am I talking to?

Know your baby is just a lost name to you.

know your love is not a ray,

couldn't shine in any sky

on this endless awful day.

So I'll bring them all your tears

as they should have seen the world

with these eyes

with the eys of unknown years

paint the horizon with your terror,

with your litanies of fear.

You gave me heaven, so you must die

you gave me hell, so you must die

you gave me the whole world

you had no mercy and who has

no mercy must die.

Back from a dream

Anne was a shadow

started talking to

the spectres of the road

From a balcony

the garden of the silent

was the keeper of her nerves

when dancing was a sin

Back from a dream

Anne was so young while

silver the snow was

falling slow on Turin

So she got knocked

into a different life

sparkles took her mind away

from the emperor and me.

A jungle in the sky was down to crucify

aligned mystified observers

no one can say how was done

say is a lie

say it's like a boring complot.

Never fight against lots of games.

Then, you were waiting for an allegro flying start,

but my sonata drives into a brand new world of darts.

Needles of a storm

making my heart shake in a blue morn.

Clever plan

for a death date.

My pianoforte plays "Quasi una fantasia".

Fast, blood-and-thunder leaves a deep mark in symphony.

Stinging is the end,

c-sharp minor moon's sinking into sands

with no regret

looking at your mirror.

Then, you were waiting for an allegro flying start

but my sonata drives into a brand new world of darts.

Needles of a storm

making my heart shake in a blue morn.

Clever plan

for a death date.