This is the English transtlation of this poety: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/16/poesiasegreti/

Sometimes we keep secrets,

we do it for us sometimes

not everything we think can be shared,

sometimes we think how this thing can be divided.

Secrets divide,

sometimes we do it to stay safe,

sometimes so as not to stand still and stare at a wall,

sometimes we are afraid that certain things will be discovered,

like ours under the covers,

skeletons in the closet,

like feeling panic in the deserted streets.

Sometimes this is how we feel when cornered.

Fear of our demons,

that come to life when we feel weak.

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#Poetry:”My Role”.

Italian version:https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/08/poesiail-mio-ruolo/


My role,

always at the end of the world,

the last man,

always alone.

Isolation was always the answer,

deep into the dark hole.

Always excluded,

always incomplete, inconcluded.

Thing is, I want to change my face,

I want a new one,

a new trace.
I can’t always be the nerd,

alone, angry and with no nerve.

I can’t let some bunch of kids,

to influece my life.

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