mercoledì 24 febbraio 2016

Blood and water by Stefano Donno

















I'm not a sad poet
my days are perfect
the sleep of the just comforting my nights
my eyes do not have the label water transparency
my hands smell blood
my lips do not harden to the little things.

I'm not a sad poet
which he sells for just his verses
my memory is iron
My will has the arc softness.

I'm not a sad poet
maybe because i wash once a day
maybe because my hair is gray
maybe because I address questions simple to north
on people's lives.

I'm not a sad poet
because I stopped watching the future
as a curse
because the fast smell of bread
by a rhythm to my expectations.

I'm not a sad poet
and in fairness the rest aside to write yet
love poems

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