I painted my nails blue

to give myself a parvence of new.

Really there is nothing I can do

about the waves that keep spinning in my mind,

I can’t think of anything but my sorrow

and the violet flower in my chest

but my head knows no rest

and I cry as it runs about.

[20 luglio 2004]

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2 thoughts on “

  1. Reading your little sad poem I thought the verses of a song: “There is non pain, you are receding, a distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves, your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying….and I become, comfortably numb”. Often I fell like you…obscured by clouds, closed by the wall. All in all it was just another brick in the wall…Tear down the wall to be free…

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