Original version here:https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/03/poesiaspecchi/


Sometimes we are nothing but mirrors,

mirrors of insecurities,

mirrors of the pasts of others,

of their fears and uncertainties.

Often we find ourselves with faults that are not ours,

we are nothing but mirrors

of ex-girlfriends, ex-boyfriends,

we passed, agglomerations.

Often, they don’t see us as we are,

but like misdeeds,

caused by previous events,

where we are not responsible,

we were not frequent.

Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Mirrors”.”

#Poetry”My condition”.

Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/16/poesiala-mia-condizione/


In the end I accept this new condition of mine:

since now I’m broke my balls,

other opinions.

I still have those of others in mind:

like: if you have problems with a girl you like,

call her a “little bitch” or a “slut”, even if she is not,

even if you don’t think so.

As if to make me hate her,

when I do not want and am not able to hate it.

And then, I don’t want to do it, towards those I was fond of.

Here I am, in fact,

to defend a person who no longer speaks to me.

Trying to start thinking with my head,

with reasoning that goes differently,

against the tide… Against everything that has guided other people.

Because maybe this will make others feel better,

but to me, only worse.

Continua a leggere “#Poetry”My condition”.”