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useless

under this scratch of sky to us assigned

I do not want to be useful

I want to be close to you.....

 

not telling you what you do not remember or do not know

but gather the threads that tie our words

dispersed in infinite space

and knot them one by one,

the words

so to weave a net

 

a safety net on which we may let us go,

fall

with all our thoughts

before it's late

 

of other possible goodness

I do not know

................

sotto questo graffio di cielo a noi assegnato

io non voglio esserti utile

voglio esserti vicino.....

 

non dirti cosa non ricordi o non sai

ma raccogliere i fili a cui sono legate le nostre parole

 

disperse nello spazio infinito

e annodarle una ad una, le parole

così da tessere una rete

 

una rete di protezione sulla quale lasciarci andare

cadere

con tutti i nostri pensieri

prima che sia tardi

 

di altro bene possibile

non so

 

inútil

 

bajo este rasguño del cielo a nosotros asignado

no quiero ser util

yo quiero estar cerca de ti.....

 

no decirte lo que no recuerdas o no sabes

en cambio recoger los hilos donde estàn atadas nuestras palabras

dispersas en el espacio infinito

y atarlas una por una,

las palabras

para tejer una red

 

una red de seguridad en la que podemos dejarnos ir,

caer

con todos nuestros pensamientos

antes de que sea tarde

 

de otra posible bondad

no sé

 

................

 

inutile

 

sous cette égratignure du ciel pour nous assigné

Je ne veux pas être utile

Je veux être près de toi.....

 

ne pas vous dire ce que vous ne rappelez ou ne savez pas

mais rassembler les fils qui lient tous nos mots

dispersés dans un espace infini

et les nouer un par un,

les mots

ainsi tisser un filet

 

un filet de sécurité sur lequel nous pouvons nous laisser aller,

tomber

avec toutes nos pensées

avant qu'il soit ****

 

d'autre bonté possible

Je ne sais pas

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marco-bo
48 / M / Italia
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Nov 9, 2018
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