🌓PENOMBRA🌑 | [@MatchaChocolate69]

🌓PENOMBRA🌑 _______________________________ | by @princessakikoheartfield | Original lyrics without AI _______________________________ 🇬🇧 Hello everyone! I hope you're doing well. 💕 I wanted to post a more cheerful song after my previous one, but inspiration decided otherwise, especially since I’ve been working on this one for a while and it’s finally finished. My dearest Matcha, I thought of u during these 2 weeks when u were away, and I’m sure my feelings reached u all the way to Japan, my heart’s land. Feel free to visit his profile, you won’t regret it, I promise u, u'll fall under the charm just like I did | https://suno.com/@matchachocolate69 His latest dedication | https://suno.com/song/10ecc4ed-49d6-4a97-97c5-1d87f6667d9c On my first song that went into the global trend, "月と太陽", we discussed poetry together. I studied Italian Hermeticism, which is ur favorite style of poetry, to create this gift for you. I really enjoyed the content of these poems, which talk about the pain of life, solitude, and the precariousness of existence, all with a certain alchemy in the words. I feel even closer to you after understanding this part of u. I mainly studied the key poets of this movement, including Salvatore Quasimodo and Mario Luzi. For the little history, this poetry gained momentum during World War II in protest against the fascism present in Italia at that time in the 1940s. I couldn’t help but draw a parallel with an Italian cinema movement I studied at university: "neorealism", which emerged after the war, with films like "Rome, Open City" by Roberto Rossellini (1945), which addresses the hardships in the country after the war. This cinema is deeply rooted in reality, with actors chosen randomly from the streets and scenes filmed right on the streets with very few resources. U managed to see this melancholy that lives inside me. U also told me that u are like the moon and need light to shine, but what can I do if u are the light that guides me and that I need? I’m sorry if the Italian sounds off, I did my best, as I always do when using a language I’m not familiar with. Like u, I would love to say more, but it's impossible. I don’t have enough characters left. I truly hope u will enjoy it and that it will touches you… Con tenerezza e amore 💕 I see u and i listen to u from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy Listening 💕 English translation at the end. _______________________________ Mi trovo di fronte alla mia solitudine su questa terra indifferente. Un raggio di luna ha accarezzato la mia anima, E l'onice si trasforma in moldavite. Come la luna, elegante ma impossibile da raggiungere. Il tuo eco scompare nel corso della giornata. Eri un uomo, eri un mondo, Il tuo distacco, un bel mistero ma incompleto. Dove sei finito? Tu che te ne sei andato senza rivelarti. Lasciandomi in questa solitudine implacabile. Ti invoco in queste tenebre, che mi trafiggono. Il tempo passa e la tua assenza mi sfida in questo viaggio amaro verso un nuovo io. Sono in una realtà, in un mondo, vivo un incubo in un sogno, E un sogno in un sogno. Posso godere di te solo quando cala la notte. Anche lontano da me, mi illumini con la tua luce fredda. La tua presenza invisibile mi rassicura, ma tu... Mi hai già dimenticato? Mi hai mai cercato? Come io ho fatto in questo cielo stellato. In questo momento sospeso, questa luce sfiora la mia vulnerabilità, e l'oscurità mi avvolge, in una disperazione autentica. Scompare, senza un suono, effimera. Il silenzio si allunga, e l'aria diventa densa. Chiudo gli occhi. Tutto diventa simbolo. Il mondo svanisce in un mormorio di inchiostro. Nessuno risponde, eppure tutto mi parla. Il sale si solleva dalle palpebre chiuse, e gli specchi svaniscono nella cenere verde. Un numero muto si scrive nell’aria ferma, dove i nervi della notte si intrecciano senza nome. Il respiro di una parola non detta apre l'argilla, e la mia forma diventa fumo, o preghiera. Ti invoco in queste tenebre, che mi trafiggono. Il tempo passa e la tua assenza mi sfida in questo viaggio amaro verso un nuovo io. Sono in una realtà, in un mondo, vivo un incubo in un sogno, E un sogno in un sogno. La mia realtà trema sotto le tracce che hai lasciato, Il tuo ricordo, perduto nel vento, asciuga le mie lacrime. E improvvisamente, il gusto del cioccolato mi torna alla memoria. _______________________________ 🇬🇧 I find myself facing my solitude on this indifferent earth. A ray of moonlight caressed my soul, And onyx turns into moldavite. Like the moon, elegant but impossible to reach. Your echo fades throughout the day. You were a man, you were a world, Your detachment, a beautiful mystery but incomplete. Where have you gone? You, who left without revealing yourself. Leaving me in this relentless solitude. I invoke you in these shadows, That pierce me. Time passes, and your absence challenges me On this bitter journey toward a new self. I am in a reality, in a world, Living a nightmare in a dream, And a dream in a dream. I can only enjoy you when the night falls. Even far from me, you light up my world with your cold light. Your invisible presence reassures me, But you... Have you already forgotten me? Have you ever sought me? As I did in this starry sky. In this suspended moment, This light brushes my vulnerability, And the darkness envelops me, In authentic despair. It disappears, Without a sound, Ephemeral. Silence stretches, and the air becomes thick. I close my eyes. Everything becomes a symbol. The world vanishes into a murmur of ink. No one answers, yet everything speaks to me. The salt rises from my closed eyelids, And the mirrors vanish into green ash. A mute number is written in the still air, Where the nerves of the night intertwine without a name. The breath of an unspoken word opens the clay, And my form becomes smoke, or prayer. I invoke you in these shadows, That pierce me. Time passes, and your absence challenges me On this bitter journey toward a new self. I am in a reality, in a world, Living a nightmare in a dream, And a dream in a dream. My reality trembles under the traces you left, Your memory, lost in the wind, dries my tears. And suddenly, the taste of chocolate returns to my memory. _______________________________