"Birds and Cages" [poem for Laura]

Laura,

there is a solemn silence in your words,

when your curious girl's face in front of mine,

with your eyes on my eyes,

and your closed lips do not say a single word,

nor I hope that they say something to me.

Instead, I just want to hold you

as if I were looking to protect ourselves

of winter and the evil under our feet

and that our birds would never become cages

birds slayers.

Laura,

time goes by

and I remember your white face

and with intense and vivid eyes of an extravagant color,

carriers of a sincerity that your mouth lacks...

I also remember your lips painted like the wine

like the sky during the summer nuanced by the kisses

of different beauty and tentative reds

as fleeting, waiting for the impending night.

Laura,

Where am I in your heart?

Or in the labyrinths of your words?

I insist on longing to hug you

as I have never done with the world

because the world is only for me

a cracked mirror with sharp edges

where there are horrors

waiting to tear me into pieces

to kill me...

Leaving me without a second life to be reborn

by the sea, or next to the mountain, or next to the forest

or in the world again with you.

Laura,

maybe these words never cross the wind

coming to you

although the distance between us

is not more than the one of your lips next to mine...

And everything will be the same...

Lights and shadows dancing

like pictures in a kaleidoscope,

The words pouring like ink on paper;

Hatred hating,

love forgetting...

The little flashy interests;

words carved in stone will follow in stone...

Everything will be the same, Laura...

At least, you smile

remembering your childhood

the moments when the flowers died between your hands,

but new ones arrived

during the joyful dance of your heart.

Your childhood, your old age,

yourself today and yourself yesterday:

When you were and when you went;

embrace the world

A bird becomes a cage,

and there is a sadness disguised as a goodbye.

Thanks for reading.