Mother
'm tired I have come to the border
this middle ground that separates the light from the darkness of the soul
where everything is and steppe
I dropped from my pocket and my certainties
stones
used to hit the stars. In
knee down with the sword of my ego
weeping and kissing the earth in this border
your hands
but only land in the mouth I'm hot as ash
from which we come and we shall return.
Assorbimi
to suck you in and destroy my
errors
frail man who asks for forgiveness and longing for oblivion
of this desert
dust myself
your hand darling
accarezzagli to the head as the wind gets up
to raise dust and remorse.
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