2005 - SIDERARTICA - KING'S SNOW GARDEN / SILVER SURFER'S SHROUD 7"
KING'S SNOW GARDEN
Now the clouds are leaving from squareís skies.
Some of them donít move away completely from the wall,
dandled by windís artificial breath,
but they are the smallest ones, the less provoking maids.
The slime doesnít allow to recall.
Conscience doesnít care of ideological faiths any more.
The laptop now tired, is looking at the scene
feeling sorry for the things around.
No one managed to smile
no one tried just when he could.
Everytime none of Ďem
Eyes wrapped in the plastics of a lake once blue.
thereís a funeral land.
Everywhere I may go
people lose identity in a dream.
Life is getting lost in the sharp noise
of a car that has great trouble to start up.
Body sheets are dancing in the cold
shaking up long handsí exhausted nerves.
This slime doesnít allow to recall
Witnesses now fadiní in an absurd roary jam.
SILVER SURFER'S SHROUD
Now noises donít scare me,
I nearly donít hear them at all.
Some footsteps from the court-yard.
Are such steps there for me?
Itís just a little murder...
Sometimes children have fun
Laughing and contemning.
Rain stops falling,
can I go now?
Itís only a brand new death
that wonít come late.
Itís just a little crime.