As if my anxieties came to fruition,
as if there were where to become strong,
as if there was finally destiny for my steps,
as if I found my first truth,
how to bring yourself to the today each morning,
like a deep and quiet sigh,
like a toothache relieved,
as the impossible finally done,
as if someone really wanted me,
As if finally a good poem came out ??
a sentence.
As if the sand sang in the desert
the siren songs of the Dead Sea,
as if to grow the stairs,
as if a blind man were writing an open book.
Come to populate the socket of eyes,
sowing hot bread crumbs
my teenage camphor gray hair.
Give the lame voice and wings to the lame man,
bless our rice, our minute,
as if we were not accomplices of the mourning ??
from the heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)