White Desert

Wrapped in a silky cocoon made of galaxies, love, seas, poetry, and chaos.

I fear silly things, and I am a courageous warrior on the frightening ones.

Am I too scared to feel the desperation of missing your voice once again?

I shut down the sun, follow the wind, hide my tears and run as fast as I can.

I don't want to realize that each hour I spend with any other living being

is not even close to the happiness of a second with you, that's not true, no.

I don't even remember anymore how it was to be together, me and you, us.

There has never been an us, and it has always been an us, our contradictions.

This gentle and tender winter will not end, the snow falls from this grey sky,

flakes turns all into dust, hiding me, the city has become a white desert now.

1st of March 2018, Bologna