DESTINO

Poem By Paolo Ruffilli

È in quel remoto soffio
dentro al cuore
che ognuno riconosce
il suo destino.
Il sogno più proibito:
l'idea di un infinito
perfino quotidiano,
lasciato in sorte
al corpo dell'amore.
Arreso e imprigionato
per conservare intatto
il suo sapore,
sottratto al vuoto
tenuto tra le cosce
a lungo, invano,
come l'acqua
che scivola comunque
dalla mano.

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