I have hidden my heart within the old walls
to stay alone and remember you.
Salvatore Quasimodo.
Only as a bubble or ruins of a wall
the poem appears
inhabited by unknown air,
opinion from various places:
plastic table or precious wood,
crystals,
rational and equivocal pages,
radial line,
revolution,ok
tears of the solitary,
quiet laughter of the wanderer,
the joy of the one who points to the horizon
and breathes for the accurate shot
between destiny and the waiting list.
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...
