Words offer favorite images,
serene strength of silence,
the miracle that takes us
beyond sound and form.
Bridge of mystery to be discovered,
air that loses itsef in the indelible traces
of life,
they flee,
dance,
celebrate the words on the wall of invention.
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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...
