to dry in the sun.
You will never be here
to water the flowers with the hose
the old ceilings dripping
loaded with rain
and my own personality
dissolved in yours
serene, autumnal ...
Your eclectic heart
-eclectic because I selected it–
will always be elsewhere
and I with words will be cutting
the threads that bind me
to the particular man
for whom I feel nostalgic
till Odysseus becomes a symbol of Nostalgia
voyaging the seas
of everyone's mind .
I forget you with passion
each day
to cleanse yourself of sins
of sweetness and fragrance
and now quite immaculate
to enter immortality .
It
is a difficult and thankless work.
My only reward will be
if in the end I understand
what is human presence ·
what absence
or how ego functions
in such loneliness, for so long a time
that the tomorrow does not stop with anything
the body always renews
its~lf
it rises and falls on the bed
as if hewed down
sometimes sick and sometimes in love
J
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