someone steals your mad or tired
gem transitions
sound with your breath is the shadow that
stops in front of a port of fear that transcend the myth
blue as if it were forcibly abandoned without
or who do not know that crying is just part of the poets
.
Canto stolen from the old front door of the oar rower
stolen
the last wagon wheel or
where broom plants flourished from the lover motionless
disorders agonizing decline
I am the water that you kneel before the
mountain of your love.
Alda Merini [March 21, 1931 - November 1, 2009]
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