I'm alone and thinking i can only see right where the moon becomes another unreacheable horizon.
Step by step I'm building up my life tripping constantly with what I dream of.
Sometimes it's seems impossible to achieve what you've ever dreamed of, maybe with a little bit more of ambition.....I guess that's the way life is.
I wonder how to find that space where not the only one to trust is me, that space where my words can speak for themselves, not even for me.
What can you do when words don't speak on their own but the only sound you hear is the sound of memories, the sound of somebody's scent.
I'd like to get to know you, mistress of every dream I have, owner of each one of my smiles, of every tear I've spent.
Are you just part of my imagination? Are you just some unspoken word? Are you everything I wish but can not have?
See but don't touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow...
