preghiera

I was looking at that tree as always, when I dared to be, and you were far away from me, lost in a vision you could not yet see. How did we meet se non per caparbietà, per l’illusione di poterci sottrarre al nostro destino? Mi parlavano di libertà e …

second time lucky

a very sweet waiting time, waiting for you, baby of mine. a pretty cold spring, sunshine. the same red dress, filled with more and more love, silk. the same old process, without the judge. some seeds, a garden, an evermoving edge. and the sky above. your brother. my flowers. a …