to drown a rose

filastrocche come vengono

I thought I’d found a way
of keeping it at bay
but ’twas the warmth of summer
that made it go away.

filastrocche come vengono

boxes and spools all over your pockets
waiting for words to use them as lockets
singing the music you love to have near
looking for frames to keep your mind clear:

let them remind you your eyes have to rest
your fingers should sleep, drop every nonsense
the dreams you record on reels and by heart
can bring you the wings you’d want for a start