Slow his hand slips
on my naked body
like a flying plane
in the lost sky
in the splendor of the sun
and stars of the night,
very slowly rises,
there are so many struggles
of our crossed eyes,
of our bodies as fire,
of enchanted moments
which seem to last little.
STAI LEGGENDO
Get lost in thoughts.
ПоэзияPensieri, stralci effimeri della fantasia, che nutrono la giornata di un sognatore. Thoughts, ephemeral excerpts from the imagination, which feed the day of a dreamer.
