Davide Andreoni - Valentina Cidda - Francesco Chimenti - Stefano Santoni
If we had wings to flee from memory
many people would fly away
and all astonished birds would look at
large crowds fleeing from the mind of man.
Build your truth and than destroy it,
take your pick from the ruins.
Then let its colours breathe.
Build your faith and then destroy it
or you’ll be destroyed
then let your colours move
If we had nails to dig a pit
to trap the loop of the dying sun
we’d not lingered scraping skies
burying time in the empty empire