There is a brunette lady
dancing in a white camping tent
from the outside you would say
that it is not a suitable place for grace
but no one knows that is the palace
of love and fear
where you can feel the heart move
the heart balance
make love with fear
make love with life
And being the fear of making love
no one knows that is the place
where a green labyrinth grows
and a rootless plum tree stands on a checkered floor
wonders what matters
to look for a suitable place
if you drink water in the desert
if black and white chess makes you
a graceless body
In need of giving love
In need of being loved.
Roll and Watching the doves playing.
Roll.
And
Watching the Doves.
In the white camping tent.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
There is a brunette lady
dancing in a white camping tent
from the outside you would say
that it is not a suitable place for grace
but no one knows that is the palace
of love and fear
where you can feel the heart move
the heart balance
make love with fear
make love with life
And being the fear of making love
no one knows that is the place
where a green labyrinth grows
and a rootless plum tree stands on a checkered floor
wonders what matters
to look for a suitable place
if you drink water in the desert
if black and white chess makes you
a graceless body
In need of giving love
In need of being loved.
Roll and Watching the doves playing.
Roll.
And
Watching the Doves.
In the white camping tent.
© Chiara Santarelli
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