#Poetry:”I’m a man with no plan”.

Original/ITA: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/09/poesiapiano/


I’m a man,

with no plan,

I don’t know,

Who I am,

I can?

I want to be my first fan.

The plain is waiting,

like it falls from the sky,

somehting good,

something greater.

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Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/20/poesiaincertezza-buttarsi-giu/



It’s good to get down.

Let yourself down.

Sometimes, I just let myself drown.

Sometimes, I just don’t have a crown,

sometimes, I don’t want a touchdown.

I’m not sure anymore,

nothing certain,

uncertainty is all over.

Running to the border.

But, I don’t want to do it.

So much is ruined,

I don’t understand the meaning of things,

the things  I want, and I want to reach.

Not sore of what I learn, what I teach.

I’m so poor, and so rich,

I want more, for each.

Sometimes, life is like porn,

It looks all the same,

but we all watch it, we’re just so bored.

And we throw it away, scorn!

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#Poetry:”So Tired”.

Check Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/12/poesiastanco/


Man I’m so tired,

so tired of all of this.

So tired of talking,

even tired of walking,

so tired of thinking,

so tired of blinking.

So tired of everything that hurts,

of this rules, of everything that drives me nuts.

So tired of debating,

so tired of remaking…

Tired of trying to help you understand,

tired of thinking about a plan.

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