Clearly
Death is. Life that sum
But between heaven and earth,
between head and neck,
life is. Full of defects ...
Yet it is always there;
not be made. The first,
shows, ventured, offer themselves ...
after months of hiding
hidden in everything and everyone
get there it is:
opens. Again.
The death of my father
is my death to my daughter.
We have to be. Help:
of 'three times that is nothing ...
But the translucent texture
pupa is calling you.
In a complex feeling
and continues
its visceral charm
heavenly
Again
very often it happens
that has not happened yet nothing
sometimes not
but is not life. As the death
is a bit 'more complicated
with all its faults
fully functional
often breaks
break as earthworms
and stops moving
and when it stops instead
here is the heat that goes
(where you where you where?
of 'three times is nothing
and even the body will take anything)
Therefore,
when I only sincerely,
we hug I always
and for a while hugging
close your eyes
close your eyes
hug and a little '
with all of our beautiful living defects
our only hugs nutrients
Love was born.
When you say 'a little' "
the prison is not free. from stone
us just a kiss
to recognize each accent
everything else you see
is resting on the wind
© Via Gabriele Milan-Bologna September 28, 2010
