Like in a Dream...

The silence of the wood
only interrupted 
by a soft harp playing in the distance

Like in a dream 
my blood melts
and music starts flowing

The impalpable sound 
of the leaves falling
 
The slight perception
of the flowers blooming

They are all part 
of my blood 

And in my eyes
the colours 
of thousands 
amazing sunsets
appear
on the strings 
of this magic harp...

- Luciana Figini -

If I should die tomorrow
please let me flow
in an endless stream
of watery music
forever

- Luciana Figini -