The McGurk effect
I see your lips moving so close to mine. Wonder.
I hear them saying things yet I see others. Magic.
The more I stand so close the more I dream on.
I hear you reciting lines that sparkle fire, see you
moving as melting ice around me. I feel so good.
I see your lips moving and my soul takes wings.
Is it a place for forbidden wishes you invite me in?
My eyes hear things that my ears puzzled and I am
going with you through unknown lands and seas
and all I want is your touch, while your mellow voice
is still trying to convince me to stay and sit down here.
I see you got the same effect McGurk. I am surely yours.
I hear you in the dark and see what you mean.
I see you in the light and hear what you need.
And the effect you had on me is clear. McGurk.
Vivere. Morire. Essere.
Essere vivo. Essere morto.
Eppure, comunque, essere.
Something in the air
There is a sweet scent of oranges and honey.
The window curtains are trying to escape.
The sun shines from within my heart.
Only a memory will be able to replicate this.
Only that will be bringing tears to my eyes.
Tears of joy, coming with the wind to
remind me of this very moment. Again.