“48”
Two days from now,
I'll either be dead
Or fully healed.
My heartbeat keeps racing
More and more,
And my breath
Keeps trembling,
Oh, in fear.
Either way,
Pain will be gone,
No more wondering off,
All past will be lost.
Two days,
Two souls,
Raw minds.
Suited up for wet to dry,
For manuring the ground
Or born again.
Boxes packed to be stored
Far away,
Uneasy prey for those hounds
Hungry for my regrets.
The need to be somewhere else,
Farseeing seems to be what I do best.
Two days,
Two souls,
Bleached signs.
With how much power
Do we need to collide
To bond into something
Stable and pure?
So much baggage
Weighing on our spines,
Balancing seems
A hard task to pursue.
I tried so hard
To fit in other one's dreams
That I've forgot about mine,
On some level
I always knew
That there'll be a glade
Beyond these thorny black pines,
Two days,
Two trains,
On unreliable tracks.
Love,
Love,
Bitter-sweet medicine
With amazing properties
And the hardest side effects.
But still Love,
Love,
With all its difficulties
Has marvelous properties,
The best you'll ever get.
"48" a short film by Giorgia Macrino.
Written and directed by: Giorgia Macrino;
DOP/Camera operator/Editor/Colorist: Fernando Perris;
Production Manager: Edoardo Lorenzo Mancini;
Set Designer: Martina Giannico;
Make-up Artist/Stylist: Marica Pallone;
Clergymen: Roberto Ceccarelli, Raffaele Cirillo, Carlo Mencarelli,
Michele Rizzi, Augusto Romanelli, Alessandro Santoro, Luigi Sciuto;
Young Lady: Alice Borzelli.
Special thanks to: Domiziano Piscolla, Giulio Rizzi, Luigi Serlenga,
Father Adamo, Shrine of Our Lady of Mentorella, Dafne Rubini,
Agostinelli Museum, Campo Imperatore Hostel.
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