A gloomy forest of brambles,
every step I take hurts me and forces me bloodless
while the dark consumes me ...
but if I surrender to the caress of the evening,
is only the hope of the dream that I possess ...
A dream sweet, gentle, melancholy,
me that acquiescent defends his arms
and I won and I am quiet ...
Please take me away
where no snow freezes my body, where no
dark mist my soul,
where no pain subsides my rebellion.
Alessia D'Amico
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