An empty glass for
an empty hart and more,
I wait and wait, it seems
I never done before.
It's strange, in my dreams
it ends good like in films,
so why when I wake up
I find the same trembling arms?
Despite the winter,
I'm liquefying when all is frozen.
It seems my reaper
let me alone in this moment.
STAI LEGGENDO
Aprosìa
PoesíaLa brutale privazione della prosa, il totale abbandono della normalità.
