Page 55 - THE BOOK DEMO

Sitting alone, here
While hearing the song of the wind
Thinking of the migratory birds
Thinking on the emptiness
And the song of the wind got even stronger
It’s like a submarine exploring my seabed
Like I wish I could do with you
The song of the wind is now silent
And I still have a lump in the throat.
There is a sort of a wall between us
You built it because you are afraid
And doing that, you scared me
I can be a migratory bird and fly until
I overcome your walls, until I touch you in a trivial dance
I wish I could destroy it with a sword
Or with a kiss
I wish I could just sit next to you
Just the two of us
Walking down the streets of Bergolo
Like tillandsia plant, I have no roots
Like the folaghe, I have no roots
So forgive me if, just for a moment
I’ve been thinking on having roots
So that they could touch the ground
Drinking your water instead of mine
Forgive me if I wish I could have stared into your eyes a bit
longer

Than the nothingness you allowed me to.
((Thanks for having being my muse and inspiration during
the whole project.))

Federico

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