The lightness of flight
When all around me
sleep
Even here I
fight a hollow-boned war
within.
If I loved you too much?
Was it right I go?
Or if I gave up,
Took wing in fright?
My other pinion
All packed from the start?
We bright and tiny kites
12 kilometres above
The opal earth
That hang infinitely small
In the seat pockets of stars
I’m far from you
My dawn your dusk
Like the old tales
And I love you
despite
all the whys
of flight
I love you
more than enough
To hold space
between
breath
and night
and language
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY