to love a person is a long journey -
cliffs, waterfalls and dark
sudden, dilated
the closed-forest, sometimes lightning
silence on the vast sea
and elevated roads, streets shouting
suddenly immersed in an unknown light.
to love one, a thousand, all
is how to map the wind.
There you can
but the heart they put me in the middle of the chest
for this tall, beautiful failure.
highlands of every night I come with repetition and hands
Inverse
of poetry:
not to make them feel bad, they are yours,
not make them go away.
to love - David Rondoni
