Rhapsody

On the blurred reflection of the mirror

the shadows come to me

with this burden of regrets 

and these flowers with dried eyes,

designing mournful  architecture,

bed of dead lifes where my suffering

was born time and again ...

 Mute and terrified  toy  ,

torn apart by the  symphony of fate...

 Decomposed final , 

thrown into the mass grave of the innocents,

my pen broke at lacrymosa's  last tear .

'' Do me the favor of some light ! ''

 I am so cold and the candles 

cry and melt in the night ...

 God and devil in dark suits 

murmuring oratios .Deo  gratias !

  ''Let these crazy children stop this round ! "

The boatman smiles sadly at me .

 He's that stranger who has my face ,

or that of another who was my mask ...

Who will give me the coin 

to pay for the crossing 

in the name of a forgiveness 

 that may never come ?

 The wise clock telle me : 

'' Its late you have to sleep now ! ''

 The good old piano composes

a strange rhapsody  in blue jargon !

  I'm in a hurry ...

 Beyond the mirror ,Porgy and Bess

are waiting for me in Paris !

 Music never dies ...

''