i look at you while you're writing
phrases which you'll never let me read
on the same diary that
you re-buy each year and you're not changing
from the pen they come out
those words, print
thoughts which
you can only
share with yourself
maybe they carry you back
there.. where they emerge
indelible
images
and i would like
being in your shoes
to understand wether
what i am and what i do is enaugh to give
at least the idea
of the immensity that you've gifted me by simply
existing; i hear you while you're singing
almost whispering them within you
exact strophes
of songs which i didnt even know that
you liked so
much that you get touched
also because
you never
shared them with me but
maybe they belong to you
maybe they remind you
indelible
images
and i would like
being in your shoes
to understand wether
what i am and what i do is enaugh to give
at least the idea
of the immensity that you've gifted me by simply
existing; being in your shoes
to understand wether
what i am and what i do is enaugh to give
at least the idea
of the immensity that you've gifted me by simply
existing;being in your shoes
to understand wether
what i am and what i do is enaugh to give
at least the idea
of the immensity that you've gifted me by simply
existing.