you is that I need,
of you who alone have care and cure.
but do not try, Lord of my nostalgia,
nor do I find your voice.
another thing that did not possess?
I was beautiful and vibrant
not want to walk fast
never see you, showing you
old and tired.
---
fish
are nothing but fish, gills
that swell and close ...
is then a gull
that takes us from
and while we dismember makes us fly,
maybe this is love.
(M. Mazzantini)
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