That’s okay,
that’s okay …
With this way of life,
with this desire,
of lack.
With this
Lack.
With her that I miss,
with me,
that I decide to remain my friend,
and to love.
That’s okay,
with this obstinacy
to be “a good one”.
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That’s okay.
What then
They tell me that “I have to take it in the ass”,
because “I have to be myself”!
but then,
Who the fuck else am I supposed to be?
But that’s okay.
I want to search,
to keep as much as possible.
That’s okay, you know,
I feel I love myself
for real.
Now what do I say
To deserve more,
to be able to have it.
That’s okay,
the life,
even in this time of shit,
that’s okay …
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/07/poesiava-bene-cosi/
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