F/Sicily
In my quest to embody the lost innocence of my youth,I find solace in poetry.Within this ethereal realm, moulded by choice that led astray,I wrestle …
I am brewing with silence crazily Notas have died long since Time is a scorpion which stings itself Loneliness is amirror which shows myself You are lurk in my childhood tears Like a kite whose rope break off Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Everyone was so right That we must have been unfair awfully Our fingerprints must have been On the all of the slains collar Blood of killed children Must have benn on our tooth Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
There were too many innocent We must have been most babylonian Ah Valentina! We could not have borned As well as we could not have learnt to live We would have ben a sin İf we born again Not much Goodness We could have loved! Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
So my sister was born today And we chose her name as Valentina. Funny thing is that she decided to be born on Valentine's. So probably I will call feb 14 Valentina's day forever. Not a poem, but I wanted to share. And by the way, it sounds like Valentin (in spanish) with and 'a' in the end. Not like Valentine's.