un po di aiuto
Don’t let my eyes fool you
I’m not really listening, those questions need not to be answered
I’m fooling you dear, I’m not really there.
I write down my dreams, I sketch out my future, I put my pain in writing, my love also, my little mark on soft paper.
As I live, I observe, feeling the moments in every cell of my aging body and I walk around,
dancing letters in my head, always flighty, as I try to pull the sentences together.
Yet,there are some moments when the words fail me and then my body is not enough
some unleashed energy bigger than myself.
My steps are really letters.