This moment is a fruit of yesterday
so I write it now
to make true today
That today that became wind
and after snatching me the world
left me a universe
Universe that transforms me into gear
and movement
Movement that drags me
even unknowingly
to my own center
Center that has no words
but it emits in emotions
Emotions that will fill my nothingness
with all the planets
that my own keeps inside.
This moment is a fruit of yesterday
with its minutes and seconds
anchored in a bitter sea,
Voyage through the past
that makes us lost castaways
among the rocks of which could not be
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