Category : Poems

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Bring me a microphone, 
I'll get out of my comfort zone now for you.

  Let the light fall over the silence 
That spreads on the stage, 
Making gray steam over the eyelashes
 That look at us without blinking,
 Without their voice whispering,
 As at Sanremo.
As at Sanremo, baby.  

The letter trembled in my hand,
 I already remembered the words.
  Come closer, if you want,
 You can say something too, 
To save my sweat.

The clouds bring rain,
 But you drive them away with your smile.  
Your mouth has the power to heal
 My wounded lips through your hot kiss.
Come on!