il_tritatutto |
|
| I am shipwrecked
I am in means of a torment.
Between dense and grayish clouds
I catch a glimpse: “the light”:
it seems near,
nevertheless it s not…
or perhaps!
Here, I will be able to find shelter,
salvation… peace.
I tuck the sleeves
and I give myself to make.
I must be much careful one.
If I proceed with too much,
I risk that some lightning is pulled down on me,
making me to sink…
and God only knows it
how much is cold and icy the waters
of the deepest ocean.
As many stings sharpen to me
penetrate in my skin
dragging me towards the bottom
and the dusk.
No! This is the end that does not want,
that I must avoid.
But then, this light
that I am seeing:
it is only a mirage
prelude of my end?
|
| | |
