Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/10/poesiascorie/


I think too much,

every time I look for a sense,

but not always needed, for what I think.

Definitely not for what I want,

looking for closure,

maybe all this wears me out …

I had already understood all this,

coming out of the cloister,

experiencing this new rejection.

But now it’s time I tell you to stop,

I say it, clearly …

it’s time to let the waste flow,

to live other stories.

Letting it go,

without rowing anymore,

swim, sail.

In this river, we go to the sea.

A new day will come …

And maybe those who got lost will come back.

For once, I wish it were different,

for once, I wish prayers were heard …

I wish they didn’t repeat the same bullshit.

And so I change my mentality,

hoping it’s the right thing

  and to have the capacity.

And everything will be lost in the dross of time,

I’m waiting for a new wind.


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