A (...) for the strength and courage with which his hazel eyes and gold have never left the road ...
this dedication will never appear in my book, too bad, some trains can take time and who throws you on the rails with the power of the wind pouring out of the world, removing the air we breathe and throwing the bottom of a ravine.
But let us.
We dedicate a moment of euphoric inspiration in a very normal stay in the library:
What should I do if my hands tremble
to pass on the words that indomitable
E tutto è denso di quest’impalpabile magic
density in all
signals from reel life
In a heartbreaking reality bubble
Flussi e riflussi di emotività
tenacemente mia, apparentemente lontana
Un freddo penetrante I lash
cheeks soft and dry
tears not yet on the lips
not yet caress my hands
not yet in a warm smile
but everything is so hopelessly
wonderful and filled with love that
I can only write and let me
go to the lapping of the waves.
Una solitudine sottile ma consistente
Scorrer di parole dolcissime
Svuotar di talenti la mia anima tremante
Il corpo saturo di espressioni ancor galleggianti
Nell’aria
Sensazioni indescrivibili
Azioni inenarrabili
Amabili pensieri
Marì
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