I accepted the return
with a bare head and bulging eyes.
I chose the scene without melody
to try to listen to the voices of the heart.
Glances
steps glances
steps
to forget to forgive
embrace
love fail.
To return, to repeat the path
and the glimpses of the time.
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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...
