Moments (Roberto Perin)
Moments on moments
The wind smile
blown from the heart,
waves of joy
driven by love.
Drops from a heavy and sad facial stripes,
frastuoni thoughts struscianti
as poisonous snakes.
Love. Hate. Life.
Moments of pure life,
as fires of hope,
core surrounded by walls
brick clay
polite, respectful, wise.
Soul nailed
by the purity and love.
Soul enclosed by bars.
Bars selfishness and cruelty.
Sadness, laughter, tears and hopes.
Moments searched
as a trail of a comet,
eternal, rare, unique,
engraved in the memories forever.
In eternal dreams as comets.
Roberto Perin
