#Poetry:”Tits”.

Ita version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/24/poesiatette/

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Saturday,

it’s the weekend,

smiles, drinks and friends.

I see some neckline,

nice girl, nice smile.

She’s silent,

but she’s fine.

I wonder what’s her crime.

We drink in those nights,

try to forget ,

everything and ourselves.

Drink,but take it light.

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#Poetry:”Get Over it.”(We lost each other).

Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/14/poesiae-passata-2-ci-siamo-persi/

“It’s over: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/04/poetryits-over/

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Even more than before,

You left,

now from me, too.

I don’t feel anything anymore.

It’s over, now I might as well tell you to be friends,

because now I don’t feel anything anymore.

I’m not down almost thinking about it anymore,

one of these days, it will definitely be.

Will we meet again in some memories of both?

Then let me know if you wanna be friends,

in any context,

“Restricted” or not.

Tell me if you want to love me,

you tell me, because then I didn’t feel like it anymore.

Even the heart has given up,

crazy.

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#Poetry:”Far Away”.

Italian verison here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/06/poesialontano-lontana/

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So far

Kilometers and kilometers,

so far,

as if you had to cross

“The Sahara by bike,

or swimming the ocean “.

So far that it is not reachable,

anyway i think i do,

it seems that the distance is unbridgeable.

And I don’t need to go far,

because there is no place to go.

No void will be filled,

from this sea,

from this desert.

So far away,

that I can’t get there,

she has gone a long way away …

the lens escapes from the hands,

so far now.

A life escaped from the hands,

like her.

Far, so far …

What I want,

the moment I don’t know through which miracle it will happen …

in which she will no longer be far away,

it won’t be far away.

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