Rain, rain again.
The old tombstones of the grave bring with them memories of a time already gone.
The youngsters look at the moon with felling juxtapposed, they think that their youth will be forever under the dark sky of another wet night, another night as all the others gone...
How many times do they stop for a while to look each other in the eyes? How many times do they await the dawn together?
The rain is still strong. The night slowly is passing away.
The shades of the past comes with a breath of darkness, the guys try to be faster than all they've left behind, they don't want to think again, they don't want to cry in vain. The delightful breeze in which their feelings are grown is now become a wild storm, the old dreams are now the worst nightmares...
All they have is fading away...They will never walk again on the same path of this night...
They cry realizing that all the beauty sorrounding them is going to be only a distant remembrance as all the others and she will die with them in the decades...
The feeling of the imminent departure, the feeling of the an endless dark, where do all the answers lie? Where is the other half of this truth?
Rain, tombstones, graveyard, an old church, the echoes of a past almost forgotten, a couple of young guys wandering in the shadows of their own memories...
"Look at the youngmen, with all those weight on their shoulders...where do they go?"
Silence.
The old tombstones of the grave bring with them memories of a time already gone.
The youngsters look at the moon with felling juxtapposed, they think that their youth will be forever under the dark sky of another wet night, another night as all the others gone...
How many times do they stop for a while to look each other in the eyes? How many times do they await the dawn together?
The rain is still strong. The night slowly is passing away.
The shades of the past comes with a breath of darkness, the guys try to be faster than all they've left behind, they don't want to think again, they don't want to cry in vain. The delightful breeze in which their feelings are grown is now become a wild storm, the old dreams are now the worst nightmares...
All they have is fading away...They will never walk again on the same path of this night...
They cry realizing that all the beauty sorrounding them is going to be only a distant remembrance as all the others and she will die with them in the decades...
The feeling of the imminent departure, the feeling of the an endless dark, where do all the answers lie? Where is the other half of this truth?
Rain, tombstones, graveyard, an old church, the echoes of a past almost forgotten, a couple of young guys wandering in the shadows of their own memories...
"Look at the youngmen, with all those weight on their shoulders...where do they go?"
Silence.
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