And while living in the narrow space of a sigh i want to hang
tree of hope and let the wind
waiting to rocking of the gentle lullabies whispered.
But it is against the anxiety that you present moment
moment of delight that even spiteful
the desire of the stop
proceeds to embrace the red line on the horizon
then slipping past on the page.
stolen hours on the track of life
those where the mouth
the blanket to lie
puts on his body while the opposite
chasing the tantalizing taste of pleasure.
tiziana Mignosa
January duemilaundici
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