The Sign Of The Disorder

There was a time the smiles were of a bright color.

There was a time of magic signs yelling in the corridors.

There was a time the child had become a wonderful heir.

There was a time the pictures and the real were as one.

The signs of the disorder take the faces of the happy…

Then time changed for another grey.

Even in the smiles I found traces of discrepancy.

Then the lights were no more than just tinsel.

Even in the drawers I found traces of the sneaky anxiety.

The signs of the disorder make holes in the sanity…

There was no more time for love,

There were not places for tenderness.

There were not anymore true words,

There was no more than a shadow on my planet.

The signs of the disorder always win in the dark…

But the dark is made to fight the clearness

And so they met in the yelling corridors.

Coz nowhere there can be only one side.

At least, the fight must turn into a dance.

The signs of the disorder are always a call for a shelter.

There was a time, helter-skelter was a reign.

But every reign have a fate to end.

There will be now a time for the order and the reason,

A submission of the evil to the landlord.

The signs of the disorder cannot henceforth last any more...