I knew that life,
I knew that all the simple things,
I knew that the most beautiful flowers wither.
I knew how hard I try
To stay anchored,
then you grow, mature, get harder.
But, you know,
I was hoping there was another way.
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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.
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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Italain version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/16/poesiaperdonati/
Can you forgive yourself?
Maybe if you’re still sick,
if you still think about your mistakes,
maybe you still haven’t succeeded.
Maybe you haven’t gotten out of it yet.
Maybe to stop feeling bad,
you must understand that by now, you must forgive yourself.
So maybe you can forget,
to let go.
Can you restore yourself,
to love you,
to understand that you did your best,
even if it went for the worse.
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