Sunday, 16 October 2011


THE UNKNOWN WIND

Borderline couldn’t blocked, conscious
Of mine crossed, as winds in form of
invisible fragrance, desert
river, valley, canyon
sea, strange path
from thorny land to thriving mountain,
I hadn’t the permanent shelter,
sometimes stayed in the
heart of homeless
itinerant,
persona, verbal communiqué wasn’t –
the bay, I tried to learn the script
of emotion, touched the depth
affection, felt the meaning
of life, they laughed
I had shared
the smile,
the image of mine I found in their
eyes, same face of basilicas’
I looked sitting alone on
the stairs of temple,
I didn’t face any
difficulty
my needs were limited up to heart,
expectations were smaller, just
availability of space inside
the heart , a feeling
to love without any definition, colors,
life searches consistently to
that messianic shadow
to involve every
body
towards the interminable true beauty,