Sep 2018
I cultivate the subsoil, the separation, the height,
the thoughts crossing the sky,
then I let them go.
The rhythm of new boundaries
It’s the beating of changes
I carry on ripening
and I give them a name, a sense,
as simple as it might be
is essential.
the thoughts crossing the sky,
then I let them go.
The rhythm of new boundaries
It’s the beating of changes
I carry on ripening
and I give them a name, a sense,
as simple as it might be
is essential.
Any experience is a tile on the path of life which each time further seems to be safer, know, useful and understood. All makes sense in the end.
(37/F/Italy)
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