Let’s erase negative words
before the outburst overflows.
Let’s exit in cities where no one
smiles, saying you remember that afternoon.
The ocean will show off its waves with a tolerant smile,
with the same sand, with the same foam
of the one who existed in a past life.
Let us erase the cache of a medieval mirror
housed in grottoes
where birds like Struthio Camelus
watched their features and ran.
Let us erase the blemishes even if the weeping springs up,
even if Mathieu Bénézet repeats to us
that beauty can kill like snow or desert.
And when clean and TRANSPARENT IS ALL
the darkness will rest, frightened,
within the farces of memory.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
