Dear friends, yesterday through the mountains of Meta, on the border between Lazio and Abruzzo, separated by a long river whose roaring was knocking at my back constantly waking up my inspiration. I think and think. Perhaps the constant noise of the water that gave life to that time in me, but I can not throw up a damn piece of paper. Oops ... I continue to speak with a trail of poetic still remained in me yesterday. Well now you read and tell me if I was too convoluted ... I do not offend whatever your opinion.
The Bang
The sound of quiet
relaxes my mind
and melts my heart
in a violent waterfall
light.
Wrap this home
nonsense words,
walking burst
generating vortices
senseless phrases hidden in the air
dissolving water
flowing from inside of my soul
brightness absurd
unnecessarily blinding the eyes of my life.
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