Red as blood, as white as the bones, red, as the solitude, as white as the silence, red, as the nerves of the wild, as white as the heart of a god, red, as the hatred that gushes sciogliendoti, as white as the pain that you agghiaccia, red as the shadow that devours the night, as a sigh that close the Moon shines in white, turn off of red.
Your shadow underhand, as a needle poisoned without goal, sews my way... your light balenante, as a lightning strikes piezometric tower, truncate the source of my life.
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