There is a thoroughly understand that you do not say:
I like your eyes,
facing and dumb
on the brink of the world;
because they are two
and seem identical,
and I can watch:
are there in the blind spot
of your face
s'agit and blindly to the light.
Imagine if we could see ...
-sometimes I say
surprised.
... But we're so convinced
to see what they say
we do not see
the bright blindness of the eyes.
is there, as the Sacrament exposed
our vulnerability
our tenderness
our beauty
and offers the world
like petals and dew
the dawn of day.
We are made to be caught
in the breath of the angel
or crazy like butterflies in the Online
blindness when two become
a common history
and sounds of each wire stories
who can say if you see us?
And this hopeless venture
moans like a pearl oyster
produces its own story
generates other new eyes
who calls us to amaze
intended to print more Tracks
on the wall of eternal light.
And how the brain knows nothing
thought my eyes have never seen
the crepitaculo formidable in the world.
And here's a know
who has no need to see.
Again, we do not know
but that is precisely why
that we look again to hand
is why every day
we hug ...
That's why we love
© Gabriele Via Bologna 16 October 2010
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