Stampings
Olio su tela – cm 65 x 65
Reality, eternal to my careless gaze,
the Reality I know, that has always belonged to me,
and to which I belong,
it gradually goes out.
I roll my eyes and look
My world that shatters inexorably,
dropping on my superficiality
and on my useless tranquility,
sharp glass splinters
that hurt my soul, that cut pieces of my life
and stick in my eyes,
drawing the landscape of time passing by
quietly and without stopping.
A new landscape but as old as Time itself,
the only true eternity,
to which I belong but to which I feel foreign.
A landscape that, against my every will,
the weather, faultlessly, move.
I frantically try to blind my conscience,
to repair, to redesign, to solve,
but I think of who I lost,
to those who had long been taken away from me,
and new splinters of pain emerge from my blood,
they tear my heart
and they give no respite to tears
that I hide in my silences.
I roll my eyes and look
somewhere else so as not to die now,
and I still see a handful of stars
to watch,
still a handful of promises
to keep.
01/05/2020
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