la mia testa è il mio rifugio
Ho smesso l’amore
come un vecchio vestito
liso, stanco, abusato.
Ho smesso l’amore,
ne ho lasciato memoria
nei tuoi occhi distratti
nel tuo chiedere sordo
nel tuo mesto bussare.
Ho smesso l’amore
che si svezza a promesse
e ripiega nell’alba
ogni intento di fare.
Ho smesso l’amore,
armatura pesante
del solingo vagare.
Published in Poeticherie and Versi a raccolta
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