The sky and the child

Rodin
Rodin

 

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Grasping

the forehead ground and

illimited, collapsing choices until

The sky delivers a child

(Oh, so tender is the very first time)

Clinged to him I swallow

my last denied lie

And I suffer again

in the meantime

for the cloudy path I belong to

(considering the waves are so far

rumbling and roaring their song)

in a small picture on the night stand

My blankets dispair

I shuffle over

And nothing seems to give me the space

to rebirth

Rest Rest!

C’mon rest,  Sweetheart

I’ll run for you

(He said)

 

Federica Galetto

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