martedì 19 agosto 2008


Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one deared

Disturb the sound of silence.

Silence like a cancer grows.

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