It’s
closer, so much closer...
It's coming
again.
I thought
it was over,
Or maybe I
knew it was just there.
What to do?
How to
behave?
Now it's
sure,
It's so
pure.
It's about
the feeling,
At each
single communication,
Or at each
"casual" meeting
That it
needs to be attention;
Otherwise
there's no return,
And we
don't know what is better.
Actually we
don't know the contorn,
Perhaps
it's under the conscience...
Who knows
that science?
To be
without being,
Or to be
between...
Such a
frame, such a scene.
It's
closer, so much closer,
And no one
wants to be a loser.
Porto, 24th
September 2016
