Design

Design

Want a yearning

that becomes a breath

of wind

and cool down

for every becoming

causing the thought

to do it in a thousand pieces

possibly

unequal,

amorphous.

Look in the mind

something of regression

that without plaster

start moving

with the touch of an accent,

of an argument

that will hurt me

but that I can not discard

to move the strings

to make it vibrate around

the mess of someone,

the joy of something else

that shrewd

up to the abbey

everything is invented

reversing things

backwards

in the various game

of inequalities

perimeter.

The smell does not make sense

in the game of rethinking

that alone is lost

in the green around

or in the burning heat

earth and herbs.

Sometimes unripe

and forward already mature

it does not bring that safe

feel

to understand

what's coming from.

 Going away

regret

it is strengthened,

but the strength

that does not lift weights

makes the nerves tense

and a dull hear

that will lead to finish

the desire

that moves hopes

to come back to women

the nymphs of the earth,

those of the woods

in the afternoons

that are darkened by mists

ready to become mists.

Gioacchino Ruocco

21.07.018 Ostia lido