And you fall. The sea
You with those sad eyes on a happy face,
you who have white hair at forty,
you do not look at me because you're ashamed, you who
Once you've made a choice, and now perhaps you'll be sorry.
You, you always think to yourself, and
're the one who suffered the most.
Yes, you who have not understood what you needed, and went on for
inertia.
You tell me of former times,
because of this there is nothing to tell.
You who are surrounded every day by a lot of people,
yet you feel alone.
you who have not yet bought a house,
do not know why you want to be.
You are sitting here in front of me and tell me your life ...
And I do not know what to say because I've lived what you,
do not know.
And you tell me about shipwrecks because you feel break up,
adrift from a life of bad choices, but
is not over.
I would say that there is still time to change, but you escape
in front of me, as you have done all his life.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
What Is Paregoric Made Of
Sitting on the banks observe the sea.
That sea which carried away the ill-fated son of Padron 'Ntoni. That beautiful sea waves dashing against the rocks wet my sheets. I write by hand, I rediscover this pleasure. Folded in two on the paper proceeds, I raise my head and I see the sea. Open. After those rocks there is no more land, only the sea. Blue, great, you lose the horizon and soon will merge with the sky in a twilight pink and silver. Meanwhile
I think this sea sung by poets and writers. In this sea bad that it scares me. In this sea subtle charms me with his lapping.
More and more I look at you I love you, Sea. I know I'll miss the winter. Parting is always a pain. I was born and lived far from the sea, every day I would lose the sight in the waves forever. I fill this blue eyes, fills my soul with peace and quiet that only look at me can give. And I hope to bring a bit 'in the heart, to face the winter without you, the sea.
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