sabato 30 gennaio 2016

Of you

Alex Pinna

There are places of you that I never knew.

I will ask to my hands not to touch them,
to my eyes not to look at them,
to my mouth not to taste them,
to my body not to feel them.

To get the memory of the incomplete,
the memory of not recall.

Sublime almost as much have it
without never have had it.

venerdì 29 gennaio 2016

giovedì 21 gennaio 2016

lunedì 4 gennaio 2016


Maybe then you shall return
as we return to a place
just visited with the desire 
to look over again the one 
from which we started.

Maybe you will look at it with 
different eyes to deceive again 
believing that is not changed.

And maybe, then, it will be no 
different at all.

Just gone.