I open the moments
I open the moments that cry out to the sky
the uncertain beginning of a sentence
the winter that oscillates between you and me
with eyes like out-of-season tulips
So much unheard frost
in the journey to reach you
I was entering the evening's dripping darkness
You ask me what love has to do
You ask me what love has to do
with all of this
I don't know
I have no answers
I never know where love comes in
I've seen it break in without permission
I've heard it speak in secret
tear out your lungs
give us back the years
It hurls you heedlessly here
into the drift of my chest
We prevent the world from aging
I think of life without me
I think of life without me
of unbroken bones from marital quarrels
of sad children with other fathers
The hedgehog the cat and the dog
short of greetings
words of love not received
a postal mix-up
I think of chance encounters
of repeated phrases
inside mouths with bad breath
of the silence of chairs
I stop and stay alert
The rusty stairs are slippery
and the cat has hidden behind
near those roses
Giulio Maffii - Was born in Florence (Italy). His studies are dedicated to poetry (linear-experimental-visual) and its diffusion. He has published in reviews as New York's magazine "Arteidolia", “Expanded field journal”(Amsterdam), Urtica (France) and 100subtexts (Cornwall). He collaborates with “Bubamara Teatro” Theater Company. He teaches at the University of Florence.
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