19 octubre 2011

I was searching…
searching “shalva”
In strange sacred books
even “Torah”

Travelling along
the largest avenues
of the world.
Carrying a thirsty body
who forget his desires
on work.

Helping others
lost in the flow
to found their goal.
Being a kind of ghost,
fairy from tales
and lost.

And two crazy feet
make me stumble
onto sweeping fall…
Two watery blue eyes
searching nothing at all,
or maybe their own “shalva”.

They were unconcern
living their own life
far from me, far from all.

Nice eyes I can’t describe…
Deep, sea,
ocean, heavens,
“maim and shamaim”
means nothing equal.

After that unpredictable affair
not searching no more, I found.

Now, I dress myself every morning
in blue,
trying foolish call them to me;
Old innocent I’m…
No one can remains for ever
in a beauty like this…