Just music in my ears,
I don’t want to hear the world,
I just want the music to accompany me,
I have less and less desire to think,
more and more want to let me go …
I let myself be carried away by the water.
With no more desire to think about anything.
Like this poetry,
which is with and without rhyme.
Italian version here:https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/06/poesiafiabe/
The happy endings that are only in fables …
But for a moment, try to imagine them,
whether they are utopian or not,
it is certainly better to imagine another ending,
rather than always thinking of the worst.
When everything goes wrong,
we always think the worst about our future.
Every now and then, however,
even just to get better,
let’s try to imagine a brighter future …
Yes, I’ll be back there,
in that place, with those people.
Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/05/poesiaperdonati-2/
forget about everything,
don’t hate yourself,
maybe just give yourself.
People who loves you,
people who hates you,
you need something new,
not false things, to screw,
or something you have just no clue.