I live in a forbidden place
between the love and the passion
and
like an enigma of life,
I walk without touching the ground...
One woman is more than many;
she is an army of emotions
who, searching for uncertainties,
crash herself in illusions...
I do not know,
Sometimes I do know,
Today is here, yesterday is gone.
Between the hours, the infinite.
In the infinite, the comprehension...
there is no waiting that satisfies...
There is no fight that resolves.
At the forbidden place
I found a sweet escape:
I slept on soft breasts,
lost in untouchable dreams.
(by Roger Sartorato)
(by Roger Sartorato)
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