Is it worth crying
when at night you can’t see the road?
No!
What matters is to live,
either straight ahead or on the rope,
to balance the myopia of the night
to paint stars
in the heart of a tear.
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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...
