Whenever I Go

Poem By Paolo Ruffilli

Then, at last
I get moving
notwithstanding
the urge to stay
as closely as I can
in sight of what I know.
But against that, I leave
only to return.
Nor do I know
what is so true
and convincing
about this thought…
a strong intuition
a sixth sense
driving me,
the sudden realisation
of a paradoxical
discovery,
that truly to find yourself
you must first
lose yourself.

Translated by Boris Peters

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