Testo Awakening

The presence of old emotions that I felt asleep
When they wake up suddenly all returns like before
But I'm sure that if they fall asleep again, sooner or later,
a loud noise or a faint whisper will awake them
And the already known sensation of disorder that creates the chaos,
that destroys, transforms and, and stuns me always,
like an eruption changes the nearest shapes and it covers by heat
the territory, up to now cold and immobile Ancient perceptions dive into reality
and they paint a new picture, adorning it of colours and particulars,
not easy to understand and interpret and destined to change again
The sensation to have things again that aren't mine anymore
makes much louder the awakening that sweetly upsets me
and gently enchains me