But in my own way. Interprets that its light. I imagine an immensity that smacks of a mathematics and poetry becomes a ray of sunshine just bloomed. Another day I suppose to meet a loved one who sends me only positive emotions that seem to last an eternity. Poetry is like music, transports you and only you know where.
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I shudder to hear all this. The only price. I do not know a more expensive but true. I close the book. Catharsis. I smile mockingly. And 'it failed to give a single title for all the poems. It is a continuous purification. Step by step. Religion that challenge with eroticism. "From tomorrow, only tomorrow, I have sinned".
Constellations in, Fertility in revolt, Loneliness exalting. And time, our enemy Tyrant. "But the human sense of time / paradoxically missing / our watches / while and have the same time / by good heretics believe them broken." The relativism of the cosmos itself. I read and everything seems to be moving but yes, it is true, there are minutes that last longer than others. A boring and relapsed clock can not take this essence. He has a feeling that playing with the keys and brake forgetting the clutch. He does not know this poem, and can not hear. Thank Giulia, the other Giulia, another law student with curls. For describing my emotions or better yet, to have made them discover me .. "Change, improve, / perhaps best persevere ..."
And now I can undress a little 'too ... with the courage more items in the backpack and the argument that there is more airtight. Love. In its most mixed facets, all different, all different for each of us ..
Today, my, for the first time, I spit in my first poem ... Here I am, here they are, to you.