Tell me, moon, آپ the one who magnificently reign over the fantasies of my inner world, over the deep feelings that seize me, the intuitions that I can not explain, the irrational fears that haunt me ... Tell me, Mother Moon, how can I distinguish the real from the unreal, what I have from what I want, what I can reach from what I never will?.
Tell me, beautiful moon, how to give آپ my life and stop being afraid of the shadows, of the unpredictabilities of a new day, after waking from a nice dream. Tell me if everybody feels what I feel, if everyone is afraid at every step, if everyone feels alone in the infinite sky ...
Tell me, beautiful moon, how to give آپ my life and stop being afraid of the shadows, of the unpredictabilities of a new day, after waking from a nice dream. Tell me if everybody feels what I feel, if everyone is afraid at every step, if everyone feels alone in the infinite sky ...
