Poem · 27. September 2018
At dawn I wait for you, I walk the corners of the pleasure of your times, I begin to notice that I miss everything about you and I feel a sinister in me because you are not here. The road is very dark, everything is covered with an intermittent range of moonlight. And there in that atmosphere of arbitrary love I can find my distant nymph, the irony shows me that I have everything to be with you but also everything to not have you, So you do not belong to me My angel, I am naked in your...
