In the end when the mirror reflecting everyday your image shatters in pieces, what would you do? Would you pick the pieces up? Would you try to combine them together? You will come to cut yourself. It may be better to leave them there. It may be better to look forward and to venture into the world hidden behind the mirror.
Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
Friday, 14 October 2011
Lo specchio in frantumi / The shattered mirror
Quando infine lo specchio che tutti i giorni rimandava la tua immagine va in frantumi, cosa fai? Ne raccogli i pezzi? Provi a ricomporli? Finirai per tagliarti. Forse e' meglio lasciarli li'. Forse e' meglio guardare avanti, ed avventurarsi nel mondo che dietro lo specchio stava nascosto.
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