Hair of memory
behind the darkest clothing
although there will be no sunrise
...
Sometimes you have to laugh
at open cracks
-caused by excessive loneliness-
on the wall of distance
...
Sometimes a little dew
may be the blooming of the garden
on the wet body of fatigue
in the coldest silent bond
...
Sometimes the string of hope
rotten over time,
close to permanent turns of the road
give the order to stop
for the moment of “being”
in the passion of a lasing love.
To become “you”, we can
sometimes visualize “us”
in the most real dream
over the hedge of the accident.
Like a breeze,
sometimes we have to entrust
ourselves through the hair of memory
...
Sometimes, eyes closed,
we have to promise the daylight
to starless nights
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