L’urlo dell’ombra / Scream of the Shadow

It follows us, it grows, it leaves no respite, the shadow, the soul of our mind before that of our body. We search in vain for a way to hide its dark form, it rests on the things that surround us without shame. It has a life of its own, its scream feeds our fears, we are obliged to go along with it, only once in a while can we look away from that black hole, from that abyss with blurred contours. Condemned to live in symbiosis, only when there is no more light will we have defeated the shadow.