www.alessandroniccolai.com
in Tokyo.
The light is slipping into shadow. I need something to hold on to.
My mind is a foreign place I don't recognize anymore. I'm dazzled-disoriented.
One thing is more fatal than misunderstanding. It’s the silence that is not understood. Now the daylight is fading..silently.
I'm confused, i hear an incomprehensible lullaby inside a shell and i surrender to the promise of sleep.
You can hear the sound of unheeded voices and in fact it doesn't stay on my mind.
I don't know if i can rely on what i see.
Like a dreamer from some old-fashioned book I lose myself in the arms of melancoly.
I can still see the shining of things.
Hommage...
