just say: it won't happen.
And even if it happens, it won't happen.
we will always be victorious
choosing the best fish from the gondolas
even if we don't have money to pay it
Just say: I deserve it.
We fear ethereal hunger, made of drizzle feathers and bones,
We are also afraid of the other hunger, which since the beginning of time lashed the child's heart, the beauty of the soles of the feet and whose smell - the smell of hunger is strong - soaked the
gray bark of the sky.
just say: it won't happen and even if it happens, it won't.
exactly what we need to happen will happen: the
tenacious resistance of love, the arduous force of faith, the current
clear of life burning the inhospitable silence of the days,
the clear net with which the spider lives, hunts, writes its history.
I don't understand so many things and yet I know everything in it
moment when I lift my own body with my hands
and I display it to the stars, to the deep night, to the astral bow of
the mysteries.
just say: it won't happen and nothing can happen to us
nothing can come with the anger of the anonymous to plant self-confidence with the intention of making the world's air leaden.
you call it joy, love, innocence, rage, I will allow myself for this time to walk alongside words and sit on the edge of
my body to contemplate the infinite.
the impotent ship of the shipwrecks will search for us in vain in these islands, do you see the ash fall? Do you see the snow get stunned? Do you see the eye that whispers?
just say: I understand. and not understanding we will know everything.
perhaps from that and not from answers bread and amazement will burn.
let's make some noise. Do you hear the bodies being born? Do you see the night sun?
the unusual candle of the tongue is closer.
you see? happiness is enlightened.