#Poetry:”Let it Go 2″

Let it go 1: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/26/let-it-go/

Original version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/27/poesialascio-perdere-2/


And now, again,

I let go, mi friend.

I’m just too tired,

just too fired.

I can feel peace, inside.

Now I see the light, outside.

I know, how much I’ve tried.

Eyes open, wide.

Now I know.

Go away, but where?

I don’t know,

it seems a nightmare.

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#Poetry:”Need Something”.

Original version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/06/poesiabisogno-di-qualcosa/


Everyone needs something:

someone needs to let themselves die,

someone needs to disappear,

someone needs a rematch,

of a second chance,

to make it, where he had failed.

There is someone who needs this, not to give up,

not to let go.

Everyone has a war to end,

a dream to come true,

going against everything and everyone.

Someone needs not to give up,

however much pain it may bring.

And I’m sick,

I don’t say it, saying that so I don’t worry,

But the truth is I don’t want anyone to break my balls

telling me that being sick is wrong …

What the fuck do you want?

My life is ruined.

Then I am taken ill regardless …

I have experienced the taste of nostalgia,

feel bad at home,

that when you are away …

Not being able to make a final choice,

on where to live.

Hope does not abandon me, it is a slow dying of obstinate survival.

I have nothing else …

And this is my story, on the one hand.



Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/28/poesiascelta/



too late to take them,

I take them now,

that I can no longer understand where the dwelling is.

The peace that emerges,

I always choose the same person.

I am not one who begs,

the situation is getting worse.

Hope, it’s not around here,

the naked truth,

how I would like to see you and fuck you.

But it doesn’t matter, to go on …

Come on, but where?

I stand still, I do not jump.

Too late to choose you, to do it right,

but I would choose you a thousand times, as I would give you the penis.

Excuse all these references to sex,

it’s just another thing that I admitted.

If I had never met you,

who knows how it would have been,

maybe I would still be stuck,

in my past.

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