SHE

venerdì 25 agosto 2017

They move in so many,

even though few find.

Mystery of a changeable state that

relies in looking for

rather than waiting for.

And whoever contemplates may

have understood.

Or maybe he was wrong and

got lost.

Merci

You can't fill one lack with an absence.

An empty shopping bag with your head inside would

remain empty and unformed.

Unless you can compensate it with a

celebral erection but only for

a limitated time to an occasional

performance and
with an ephemeral satisfaction.

Don't change for love,

but to love.

I never had never.

I had always always.

You will no longer be who you have been,
but always who you will become,
having been.

Do I know the path of your labyrinth?

Do I possess the right vehicle to

cross your entire world?

Do I have the universal key to

open each one of its doors?

And am I able to evaluate the reason that

would allow me to enter?

Outside is raining.

Never believe in what you

trust to believe to.