Takara Belmont Chair Repair

Impossible II

of Gabriele Bianchini

Every night you will fall at the feet of your vision
overwhelmed by the ferocity of your beauty,
feel like a breath behind me,
the gentle caress of a scythe.
Then my body will fall for frames. In silence and torpor. Death
Oh, deliver me from the need!
Accept this statue as a gift in your lap to dream!
Oh ... let me fall,
sinking in the dark velvet of sleep here
his kisses there. Our
Roses, our children ... run!
Seas of grass in the breeze of twilight red
... And you, lily naked beauty. Our hearts
collect wild
the scent and the sky is reflected in those eyes ...

Then look around and say hello to me while smiling humility hysterically
are the Man,
glowing like a sun and leaves you tired
horizon, with his head bowed

already and neck in the night:
the impossible becomes empty,
pouring all his junk on the ground, that seemed to shimmer
so avidly!
... Tomorrow I awake free!
and light
as air.