Si accende l'istante, mi riempio di voce

The eyes can't understand the complexity and the enormity that every person hides behind his story. He appears just like a single individual.
The eyes can't understand complexity and enormity that every person hides behind his story. He appears just like a single individual.
But just in a moment, when you close the eyes, you can perceive not longer the person, but that whirling motion of actions that composed the human unit, of passed and future facts, of colored thoughts, which blend together. They fly high to be noticed by those eyes that couldn't see them before.
The person is divided between the reflecting void of all the nuances and the colored "golden cage" where he was born, unaware. He is alone and he is the only responsible of his destiny.The person is divided between the reflecting void of all the nuances and the colored golden cage where he was born, unaware. He is alone and he is the only responsable of his destiny.