Stefano Capasso
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Wanderer for
Love ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
In the summertime
the air
still smells,
late in the
evening,
therefore it is difficult
.. go to sleep
But
then it always comes,
well
appreciated
at certain
hours
a gust of
wind,
up from the
sea,
who finds it hard to enter
like one
charming
young lady.
Alone
I turn and
turn
under the
sheets
full of
shrill thoughts
while
full moon
rays
dribble
light
similar to
lanterns,
on every
where.
They
wake me up completely,
not far,
the
first sounds and noises
of the
neighborhood,
therefore
nothing else remains
what a
wanderer,
go along the
sea,
attracted by the perfume
full of salt.
Without
saying a word
I wait for
the dawn,
sitting
along the pier,
to
illuminate the dark
mooring in
my heart.
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Author Stefano Capasso
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