Connemara, written by Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi at



written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi



The caresses of the wind
Have been sculptured
Like a frozen soul
In the trees of Connemara

A timeless bow
To the second element
A silent tribute
To mother earth

I dream with my open eyes
The lullaby of the little people

I wait for them to come
To bring me away
Where the pain does not lay
Within the boredom of the human day

They dandle me
On the knees
Of the cliffs
At the end
Of the world
And I realize
There is no world

There is no touchable matter
Only untouchable energy

And our imaginary life
It’s nothing but a game
Played between destiny and fate.


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