Testo Candles

Inspiration/ by the world/ of whom I talked

Your hands emit/ the - black - light

Droping a trail/ of transparent pearls

The Muse dances/ and leaves - the - skies
Behind me/ there's a long string of candles

Lifeless and steeped/ in choises - and - cries.


The wind blows/ in the labyrinth/ of the night

While Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies..


Don't stop your steps along the path

Don't look at those extinguished lamps

Shiver of your past
Shadow in your art

Don't stop your steps along the path

Don't look at those extinguished lamps

Shiver/ of your past

Shadow in your art


Stretch out your arm/ and receive the signs

If Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies..


Let me live in the dark of a wingbeat

Dense - fog - bank - swept by the wind

Still idea united to your blood

Reflection/ of flame/ inside...

the living source