Barbara

Barbara Apr 2021

Empty

I am an empty helmet,
in the room of memories.
I protect the nothing and alive
but, to sing, I have only
the beating of an airless throat

Barbara Apr 2021

It's not easy

It is not easy to clean the soul of dross,
it is not easy
even if you know that soon time will deposit many others,
finer and harder,
like the memory of what we were.

— The End —