The thoughts, indefatigable travellers of life,
gliding on the eternal waters of time,
connect people with people, people and things.
Listen attentively and you will hear
their gentle swish as of an angel
soaring lightly
in the night.
The soul is a clepsydra
through which
thoughts and memories
are flowing ceaselessly
in the abysm of silence.
beyond the window
immaterial world
mixed clinks
voices and glances
carry in them
a dazzling loneliness
I can see you every morning
sneaking among the things
thrown upside-down all over the room
with your bare ballerina feet
and your nipples panting under the light drops
while drinking tea like in a Buddhist ritual
the world is pouring into you
a waterfall
a rush
a once in a lifetime
you drink your usual earl grey
milk, no sugar
under a pile of clouds
you feed your pigeons in squares
and think:
am I too old for this
what shall I wear tonight?
your streets are blushing with joy
like the cheeks of a woman in love
I too am in your blood,
a cocktail of sounds,
I hold a little boy’s hand
and in his eyes,
two blue wide screens,
you slowly open up your robes
and wave
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