The question

In your smallness is testing you
The one who wants to make you a giant
And carries the name you have
And bear the face you can see
When you raise your chin and look at the mirror.

In this that you imagine will be past
Because you suspect you will be underground
Feeling so much pain for the words of others
It is where the value of values is fixed
And for it the bond in your hands that will support it.

And the cigarette and the cruel kiss
The bottle that is finishing and the body that is starting
The exam that wants to awake oblivion
Such as the learned before what you want to learn
And back to back, the school of contempt and that of humility.

The circle that for being imagined
Could be breakable
The beginning that marks the end
The genetics and the revelations
Your voice alone in the crowd.

Again and better
The tar on the steel cables
The first callus on the fingertip
Touching the writing that someone wrote
When the time was different but with the same thirst.

When in another human box
Could also be conceivable
The idea you share with the air
The steps that you generously yield to your shadow
The passage of your history on the island concedes you uncertainty.

Agility and persistence
The spin that only you notice
When they yell at right, center or left
And through the stress of who decides
To be or not to be what can be attained in solitude.

Andrea
12.08.02
23:54

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