Reflexions on the Lake
The Image
My face looked into the mirror of the silver lake
two dark holes look back at me
is my soul so black? is this what's left of me?
deep, deep down I can see the flame
so, I'm not dead, my face is there
If only my eyes could talk to me
tell what went wrong, what's there to save
deep, deep down now I could see
they are trying so hard to keep the fire
because they know that if the flames expire
the end will come as cold as ice
My face looks into the mirror of the silver lake
two bright eyes look back at me
did I imagined the last reflection?
I made it up, my face is clear
the empty holes are filled
with love, with songs, with life, I'm here
My darkest dream is just forgotten
I write my name over my face
it turns and plays tricks with the water
and the sparkle of these eyes of mine
dance to the music of the breeze that passes by
My face looked into the silver lake
my eyes are roses, red and white
my mouth is singing to the night
I'm here, I'm here, it's me again
my face reflecting on the silver lake
Luisa
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