Nightmare no. 44

Tiny red leaves on the sidewalkThe hours resolutely drip
on the walls containing this very last night
Words thrown through an infinite space
infinite distance
Towards a rock, looking for the code
The wind is yelling at the surface of the sea
his anger, his despair
Drops of sweat, shining like rare pearls,
cover your body of unspeakable skin
The nightmares have savaged the dreams
Everything simply impossible
The heart beats
Yet, against all odds
I lose tears of blood
falling on the sidewalk
like tiny red leaves.

Le ore colano inesorabili
sulle pareti che contengono quest’ultima notte
Parole lanciate nello spazio infinito
distanza infinita
Verso una roccia, in cerca del codice
Il vento urla alla superficie del mare
la sua rabbia, la sua disperazione
Gocce di sudore, splendenti come perle rare
ricoprono il tuo corpo dalla pelle indicibile
Gli incubi hanno sbranato i sogni
Tutto semplicemente impossibile
Il cuore batte
Ancora, contro ogni previsione
Perdo lacrime di sangue
cadono sul marciapiede
come piccole foglie rosse.
_ Hugh S. Graves _

Image info:
“Nightmare no. 40”
Milano, Italy, Sep. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

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