The miracle
Olio su tela – cm 80 x 80
Propelled by the acid and tumultuous wind
bad thoughts,
I open my eyes to an empty world,
where inaccessible mountains of qualunquismo tower,
waiting for who knows what God will justify and forgive them,
but no miracle will come upon them
from this infinite sky, made only of illness and nothing.
I close my eyes and cling to love,
I feed on it, I make it my world without gods
but in which every moment is a miracle
and, quickly, before the storm attacks me,
I nail this thought of mine to heaven
that burns unquenchable
and which is reflected in the gloomy sea of my fears,
regenerating and converting it
in the sweet music of this extraordinary existence of mine.
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