La Traccia

by Matias Borgström and Maria Giulia

Non sono che una traccia,
non sono che una traccia

When I enter the jungle of my mind I lose the trace,
there are fear and void in this labyrinth of noise

Suddenly I perceive dissonant breath
So ham
So ham

I remember a place beyond time and space
where reason dissipates into magic

You, me,
the nest, the snake, il serpente,
everywhere, everything

I taste omnipresence
yet the weight of hanging ghosts

Svegliati,
svegliati!
By the hand with my intuition I go where I come from
leading myself toward the reconnection with what got lost

The womb of all truth,
the ageless playground of my adult childhood

Amo, amo, amo

I am just a trace washed away by each breath
The beginning and the end
where sparkling light nurtures my Soul

Present has no fear in the seek of levity
Facing my ghosts I let them drop
...naturalmente

I melt in the dance of silence,
I breath, spreading the wings with closed eyes

I remember the way back Home.