I fear, my soul
feel increasingly helpless
soul of an old man who insults every offense
ancient territory where I made the worst battles
now reduced to a network of trenches empty
I'm afraid,
after a lifetime goal with slippery fingers
anything close to where I can be proud
after I had a thousand loves
scarred to death of what burns me even investigates the nature
I'm afraid,
of my soul leave the door ajar
after raids I devastaron soil
trying to wreak havoc
fruits of his best thinking of the song enough Partenope
I'm afraid,
to enter the intimacy of others clumsy and rough
to go to profane sacred ash and altars
of being driven only by human bestial instincts of
used as flute love song
November 2, 2009
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