Nothing can do but feel sorry
for the suffering that it cannot heal,
to feel that it is for others
the dream that he creates for himself,
without every wanting to know
that he is useless going old.
He will have one last chance
to become impatient and to dream carefully.
One day he will have to renounce
the desire to remain on the other side,
to the sorrow that hurts so much, even to the memory.
He will be shooing flies
and happy in the naked truth
that says that there is only rest
for whoever achieves a dream.
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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...
