Ciao Bella

The morn yawned
And shut the shivering door
Sealing off the human box
Once again

And eye
Stepped into the twilight
Casting the reserved shadows
Onto the naked trees
Standing ‘motionless
In this eerie silence
Of a dead fall

Making one think
Of funerals
And us
Hiding
Our deepest wounds
Under the layers
Of black&white

Wondering
Whether an attendance of such affairs
In nude
Would feel looney and rude
“…or just somehow right”
Shrugged the thought
Before melting away

Making time
For 16 geese
Pursuing South
Being shadowed
By another sextet
Flapping their mighty wings
Creating an illusory propeller
Of this tranquillity

Dripping
Over the open flavum egg
Nesting the puppy of a violet
Drawing a quick smile on my face
Making me reach out
And think of a few treasures
Of my childhood

Most of them eye found
Laying vulnerable on the ground
Free of charge
Free of any clash
Free of any claims of ownership
Being simply there
A true gift

For me

And suddenly the heart lit
Up
For a man
That was found
Supporting the ground
-Alcoholic?!
-No, every alcoholic was owned elsewhere…

His hand
-Being slow, whispering of a kiss?
-No, it was soiled, like the life itself, and full of origami leaves
Spelling
“Ciao bella…”
-And then?
-No idea. Since the heart lost the ability to read

In
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