Testo Il Filo Di Luce

Two light lines awake dusty things
They cut up the darkness with rage

the lines of light...

Dirty, shapeless objects that cry
They are left in their sad stillness
the lines of light...

You, brave lines light empty and pain
You, sweet lines light silence and loss

Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light...

From the small holes you run away
From the great sleep you are afraid

Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light...

All inside remains lost and unreal
All inside remains wet and cold
Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light...