Le Ore Rosa Di Mazenderau


[The pink hours of Mazenderan]

Your screams are in my mouth

and fail inside my heads.........

The spirit among the trees,the mask I've never kissed........

I will unhinge the balcony,

leaving against it will tremble and run on the contrary.

Trying to keep back life

I take-off my eyes,

dancing in my shoes,

touching with faith the holy water.