E sento...

…che chi sono e chi sono stato
sono sogni differenti.

“Are you in or are you out?
The words are stones in my mouth
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Truth comes down
Strikes me in the eye



Turning season within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white



To overcome this
I become one with
The quiet cold of late November
If you don’t see
I’ll remain unseen
Until there’s time to be remembered



So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye



So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
And now that you’re here
It becomes so clear
I have waited for you always”

(Katatonia - In The White)



“E quando mi parlerà di un cielo scuro,
di un paesaggio bianco,
ricorderò stelle che non ho visto,
che lui guardava,
e neve che nevicava nel suo cielo.”