This poem about life’s poetry and living as a poem is a beautiful reminder we are writing a free verse with our lives. We never stop writing and editing the work at hand. It is what makes being and becoming human a literary masterpiece.
Trilingual post: English, Italiano, Română
the poem is a mountain,
an ocean, a temple, a hospital,
a tavern,
a hotel, a road, a tree
and never a wall
my life so far
is just a verse
from a poem with too many grammatical typos
and when it will be passed on clean, I will be deleted –
this poem is the name of all people on the planet
the poem is a mountain,
an ocean, a temple, a hospital, a tavern, a hotel …
a cemetery
without pits – here, the lyrics are burnt offering
– the phoenix of sigh, of smile and regrets
Albero delle poesie (1)
il poema è una montagna,
un oceano, un tempio, un ospedale,
un’osteria,
un albergo, una strada, un albero
e mai un muro
.
la mia vita finora
è solo un versetto
da un poema con troppi errori grammaticali
e quando verrà passato…
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fabulous