I am like a cloud that rained fails
turgid vague at the mercy of the wind
believe they have a precise goal
troubled man from the soul in turmoil
I
an unhappy one in the wrong body
that under the implacable fury of the time
hear the ruin what v'appare
without wrinkles but I am seeing multiply
susceptibility to the deadly siren song
live in dreams and I grow
in them knowing that love is the source of life
only have it for my theme all the myths
I am a
irrasegnato elders of love burdened
of idyllic and enchanted venusta
surrounded with love, perhaps not worthy of me
a young man in an ancient casket heart
September 15, 2009
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