I wish i could touch
My life through the passing landscape.
Just through my eyes,
The story unrolls
And leaves no mark.
It is not forgotten
What made today singular
But not material
And only mine.
Tag: memory
Forgetting good
Pulled from the needs,
I forget the good
And feel the void
I dread the most.
You little expecting from me,
My empty big hands
That smile and run to satisfy.
Christmas saldo
Stepping in the icy air,
This Christmas hours my face
And wakes the memories
Of a whole year
Up.
A mosaic of feelings
and events to drop in silence
Lay behind the steps made
for the future.
Memory dinner
The infusion of garlic in hot water
Sheds a familiar aura
In a room of open childish hearts
And shy adult hands.
Feeling cozy in the warm light
We gather and wait
The precious memory settles.
Lake Sunday
The crowd surrounds me
and the water splashed while I lay
Dried in the sun of a lazy Sunday.
The last glimpse of summer
condenses in drops on my skin
while the green landscape lingers.
Daydream solo
Staring to the glass
that puts a blue into the reality,
I see th details of my life vibrate
to the rhythm of business and ambition.
A bitter taste comes to the tongue
and life is slowed down
while the old dreams emerge from the back.
Forgotten PIN
Four digits that vanish in my memory
contain and guard
my pecuniary belongings.
Ranom numbers with no personality
pretend to lie in my mind
and sit in a throne,
the key to my values.
Surprises from the past
You have left that path behind
Your heavy shoulders
And could not imagine
How hard it was
Each step away.
When you dig into the novelty
Of the surrounding reality,
The old path sends a candid dove
Or a naive envelope
And the steepness you remember
Seems just a moment of transition
In life.
