To Luly
Beyond the interrupted
distance
of an everlasting path,
beyond the
infinite
shriveling spirals,
under the
light that spins groping
depleted in
chiaroscuros dreams.
Beyond devotion
and a sigh,
or an aborted thievery
of a soul,
a stroke of fate
a mockery
of life...
No matter
if the song of birds has come mute,
or if
sometimes the whole world has collapsed
under your
angel feet
or if
life has
escape
slowly
behind the unattainable horizon.
No matter
if the land inside you has shiver
and has
broken in a thousand pieces,
if you have
fallen on your knees
deep to the
underworld.
No, none of
that matters...
What matters
most is to raise your gaze,
for you to know that in your
hands is to color future
wandering
days,
that in
your eyes is to look beyond the limits.
Give your
soul away because still is yours.
Belongs to
you in the day.
Belongs to
you at night.
Whole to
yourself.
Forget the
guilt,
forget carmine
stains.
Do not let
salt oozes your look.
Leave behind
whatever shadows your spirit.
There is no
good nor bad
There is no
nothing nor if...
He appeared from behind the trees
With a
timeless walk
and have
pronounced your name.
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