———————————————— “Tinker, alone within a storm and losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree seven stones lay on the ground within the seventh house a friend was found and the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
———————————————— Testo. “I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
———————————————— “Come on skinny love just last the year pour a little salt we were never here my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
———————————————— Testo. “Smeared black ink your palms are sweaty and I’m barely listening to last demands I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath where I am, where I am
———————————————— Testo. “Je n’ai pas peur de la route faudrait voir, faut qu’on y goûte des méandres au creux des reins et tout ira bien là le vent nous portera
———————————————— “Under blue moon I saw you so soon you’ll take me up in your arms too late to beg you or cancel it though I know it must be the killing time unwillingly mine
———————————————— “Ma io non so com’è nata questa cosa qui e quando mai è cominciata sarà stata mia zia con quei seni anni Cinquanta a contagiarmi in questa mia mania