Carmen Consoli
Miscellaneous
On My Skin
I would not turn off the light of a shiver
because I would no longer see the stars dancing
I would not change the song of a angel
because I would no longer live this deaf painting
the night breathes scents of peace
I touch them with my skin
I don't feel
only silent colors
on my skin
I would not turn off the light of a shiver
because I would no longer see the laughing stars
I would not change the song of an angel
because I would no longer have reasons to write
I hear the voice of that Marianna again
in the sound that vibrates
without flavor
the silent pages
of her life
explode inside me
without noise
only silent colors
on my skin