On the roof of the world
the rooster put to dry his colorful chant supplanted by alarms,
after lighting the days
and the infinite breeze of the horizon.
YOU ARE READING
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...
FLOATING IN THE AIR
On the roof of the world
the rooster put to dry his colorful chant supplanted by alarms,
after lighting the days
and the infinite breeze of the horizon.
