Chasing the endless...
Chasing the endless horizon.
The eyes of sun shape.
The sand glow dunes celebrate.
In her kiss, I found a desert of,
starry and dark, alternate nights.
In her tongue, a green oasis
of screaming, old rocks.
Breathless consciences
are feared mothers,
with wet eyes,
drunk of tears.
poem by Luca Menin
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