m'urlo grazing glass in the night on a great silence, strong hug a pillow
of a tear is a sign. It
rigiran
those thoughts in endless veils
and dreams, my captors, I never want
terminated:
're the red sunsets every night
kidnaps me and like all horizons
seduces you and then disappears.
I think in that heat ...
then wind turbines
who drowned in sweat and leaves us
embraced here, and I think
dawning:
light rays on a smile
two lips to kiss and caress
down his face.
glass scratch again and I fall into a sleep
light and dark where I go straight ahead,
but I'm always looking back.
Like a dog abandoned in the snow in winter, I hope the corner crouched
to end this hell.
