#NightPoetry:”The Smell of the Night”.

Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/28/poesianotturnalodore-della-notte/

The smell of the night,

it’s different everytime.

Can you feel it,

ot you taste it, like lime?

Would you go back to your prime,

o you are doing it now?
You feel like slime?


is about love, sex,

or demons to flex.

Sex tears and sweat.

Or maybe, just play Apex.

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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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