In the shadowplay acting out your own death

But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object.

Hard week is on.

Go on straight.

Until the ice begins to thaw

Fall apart

And why did you say
That things shall fall
And fall and fall and fall
And fall apart?

Freshly laundered clothes

First against the wall

So I meet you at the cemetery gates...

Cemetery are peaceful and quiet places.
Close to my house there's this amazing place: Cimitero Monumentale:
This is not a simply graveyard, it'a museum in the open air, a vast forest of stones and sculptures overflowed with plants and trees and flowers.
I love to walk along the pats and tread the pebbles or sitting between the tombs reading a book and drinking apricot juice.

Nobody can upset me there...

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry

Summer storm clouds above this 1931 Giannino Castiglioni sculpture.