How hard it is to keep the sail
in the midst of the gale,
with the feet on the ground,
sitting in the middle of the swell
that I imagine at this hour.
Spending sheets in the cold of the soul
how do I shelter the body that cannot be touched
in the solitude of walls
hospital room,
school, job,
family,
grievance?
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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...
