giovedì 25 febbraio 2016

Already after








After me,
the life.

And joy and sadness and 
resource and shortages.

It will be the same,
it will be different.

Does not matter.

After me all and nothing,
and close and distant, 
and now and before.

It makes no difference.

I was not me,
you were not you.
To play for real, forever, for never.

Now it's already after.

And individual moments chase and
the time has already passed.

Gone.

After me empty and full,
right and wrong,
infinite and accomplished.

As before me,
as after.






4 commenti:

  1. Black and white.
    And where are the colours ?
    It isn' t you.

    RispondiElimina
  2. Black and white.
    And where are the colours ?
    It isn' t you.

    RispondiElimina