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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

on the campo imperatore

on the campo imperatore

here i am light,
stones,
open and wide,
near the clouds, 
penetrated by this wind,
a breeze of eternity

a filigrane net, 
i am made of  breath,
now transparent

i hold on
to things too hard,
now i let go. 

i feel joy
in this  loneliness.
other times
so full with desire,
i don't need anything.
I am.