Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/10/poesiascorie/
I think too much,
every time I look for a sense,
but not always needed, for what I think.
Definitely not for what I want,
looking for closure,
maybe all this wears me out …
I had already understood all this,
coming out of the cloister,
experiencing this new rejection.
But now it’s time I tell you to stop,
I say it, clearly …
it’s time to let the waste flow,
to live other stories.
Letting it go,
without rowing anymore,
In this river, we go to the sea.
A new day will come …
And maybe those who got lost will come back.
For once, I wish it were different,
for once, I wish prayers were heard …
I wish they didn’t repeat the same bullshit.
And so I change my mentality,
hoping it’s the right thing
and to have the capacity.
And everything will be lost in the dross of time,
I’m waiting for a new wind.