As the rain stops, we start the journey.
And the rain starts too...
---
One after another,
the leaf counts
all the drops that fall.
It's drenched memories
get stored in the roots
that connect
everything with everything...
---
The sky still has a rain
that can fill the whole night.
The rain instead is busy wiping
the darkness off the night.
In the morning that follows
what else can we expect,
if not a drowned sun.
---
As the flowing music
fills the room,
the showering rain outside
flows down the seven hills
to fill up seven more seas...
---
The silence that prevails
as the rain stops,
is filled with the rain that stopped
and the rain that will start...
---
,..
And the rain starts too...
---
One after another,
the leaf counts
all the drops that fall.
It's drenched memories
get stored in the roots
that connect
everything with everything...
---
The sky still has a rain
that can fill the whole night.
The rain instead is busy wiping
the darkness off the night.
In the morning that follows
what else can we expect,
if not a drowned sun.
---
As the flowing music
fills the room,
the showering rain outside
flows down the seven hills
to fill up seven more seas...
---
The silence that prevails
as the rain stops,
is filled with the rain that stopped
and the rain that will start...
---
,..