Serenely
I lose myself in history
carrying the feelings
that weigh so much,
that darken so much
the days in solitude.
I refuse to take steps in vain,
to retrace the galley
brushing the bars
with my fingers.
I rinse the rust
with tears,
I cover myself
I don’t want them to see
the shattering of my flesh
already broken the rules.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
