The dance of destruction The Apocalypse.
Tremble.
Tremble.
Tremble.
Earth.
my heart.
The crying of babies.
Tremble.
Tremble.
Tremble.
Land dancer invites us to his banquet of death.
At its celebration of the pain.
the Last Judgement.
God help us.
rubble.
rubble.
rubble.
under rubble smothered the innocent blood of dust.
suffer the people guilty of nothing,
guilty because of a crazy geography that has no mercy:
extends his hand and destroys everything.
Babies do not cry anymore. If at least
cry ...
would be a cry of life, escape, salvation.
Babies do not cry anymore.
the earth trembles.
imprinted forever in the eyes of the horror,
impressed the noise in the ears, in the heart
impressed last breath.
rubble.
Another shake.
rubble.
Another shake.
Survivors.
Hope. A number of echoes
death.
The silence breaks my eardrums.
not a crying baby to give me back my life.
Where are you crying baby?
weep and cry that you are alive, do not give up in that rubble
demonic.
My head hurts. I
earthquake in the head, I
the earthquake in my heart, I
the earthquake in the eye.
God help us.
Why this tragedy?
What crime? Only a heartless
geography is guilty
but his mistakes will be paid by innocent people.
I look at yesterday, yet I knew nothing,
when the earth was our friend. I would go back instantly
innocence,
when I thought that the earth under your feet
I never would have passed away.
But now only an abyss of blood and dust sustains me.
Gaia, why have you abandoned?
Why are you trembling?
Death, you should not dare to take with your children,
they are not your friends, you killed their laughter.
Death, because you've got the innocent?
Death, you had cibarti of your misery.
Night.
the earth trembles.
Day.
the earth trembles.
Time is relative: the dance of destruction
punctuates the beat.
The Apocalypse,
dust,
blood
the ground shakes, trembles
the world, I do not feel anything
:
no noise in the middle of these noises.
There is only darkness.
The Apocalypse. It is the painful
reporter
are the witness, the wretched
are traumatized.
That roar broke my eardrums.
has stopped my heart hour tyrant.
has dried up rivers of tears.
Land dancer invited us to his dance of death. We
small pieces, we are overwhelmed
,
We are human beings.
Tremble.
Tremble.
still trembles the earth.
My God, stop it!
Have mercy on the innocent!
Punish this geography insensitive that there starving,
that harms us,
that kills us.
Time has stood still.
April 6, 2009 (verses inspired by the immense tragedy that has befallen these hours in the Abruzzo.'m Crushed by this tragedy, I tremble like a leaf. Why this, why? I spent the entire day listening to news, updates from the place of death of the disaster, watching those buildings devastated. I have no words to describe the horror. I think back at 3.32 when the earth shook: I woke up and for the first 30-40 seconds I did not realize what was going on ... I heard a terrible roar, I have not felt the bed shake, heard only the sound scary. It 's all too horrible.)
