Stefano Capasso
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Wet Nostalgia^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
How many times
has this happened to everyone
of having postponed until tomorrow,
what, at
that moment,
to do,
wasn't it?
<<I'll do it
tomorrow>>
was the dry
answer
what, ready
came out of
the mouth.
To deceive
himself,
it was the
best way,
improvident,
to do
nothing,
knowing full well that, then tomorrow,
while
wanting
you wouldn't have done it anymore.
You already knew from that moment
that you
would greatly regret
for letting
go facts
perhaps more
unique than rare,
when youth
It would
have abandoned me
But It
enveloped me
"Tomorrow,
I'll Do It Tomorrow"
like
stubborn echo,
that
hammered my mind,
now fully
become
deaf and
blind.
Today, I'm
not sure
whether much or little I should repent
for ignoring
that Echo
that it
could change
perhaps the
course of Life.
But mine
it's just
the bitter reflection,
which it
relies on
who is
getting old,
and he gets ready to make the point,
digging inside the exhausted soul,
with full
eyes:
of Wet
Nostalgia.
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Stefano Capasso
