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Into the MusicI feel sick and lonely sometimes,
We all do.
But I may handle it differently
Than you two.
I listen to music
And let it take over.
It seems to give my body and soul
A whole new makeover.
The beat sinks deep within me
And destroys my fears
While the world around me
Wavers and disappears.
The lyrics are my new home,
My troubles all cease.
I stop thinking and wondering
And my mind seems to temporarily decease.
Away from my family
And obtrusive friends,
My life takes a quick but deep turn
And my heart quickly mends.
No more shouting or yelling
Just beautiful notes,
Crisp and clear.
The melody flows like a river
All soft and smooth.
Music fills my ears
Which strengthens and soothes.
I slowly release the headphones
And put my iPod away.
But the music lives on within me
Every second of every day.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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