martedì 23 agosto 2011

So close

Close to the daylight for the time of a breath,
the wind blows nonsense in my mind.
- I can't wait! - says, and I fall like a fool
down like a snow flake.

So close it was to the mirage you made,
to the astonishing fake

like the smallest cloud that as first

sabato 6 agosto 2011


Did you ever see any flower hiding its petals?
Feelings are like petals, their beauty doesn't belong
to anyone.