Amedeo Minghi r e m

The gun, how bad
under the jacket
on the heart.
Thinking of you as prey while
you're next to me.
Seeing that you're sleeping,
but what you never dream..
Woman's intrigue
and not knowing who you are,
you remember a mother,
you look at photographs
an unlikely childhood
uncontrolled memories
mmmm..................
Rapid movements of your eyes
rapid movements of your eyes
rapid movements of your eyes
Heart of glass,
your past, where is it?
From the bad stars
numbers on the videotape,
an intrigue of data
genetically advanced
without dreams your sleep
for an alien like you.
What if I made a mistake?
If you were really
a sleeping woman,
A woman dreaming?
Rapid movements of your eyes.
Rapid movements of your eyes.