July 15, 2009

Broke, as I am
exits remain unseen / closed
by the heavy darkness / of uncertainty.
Past stays behind
in slippery fall.
Present, it seems,
opened its hands
and let it loose.
Time being seeks meaning.
No roots, for the blooming now.
Me, turning
an yet old existence,
born from nowhere,


5 Responses to “Exile”

  1. Bob Saccomano said

    buena Niccolo!!! es tu criatura?

  2. Andy Calamar said

    Esta muy bueno. Ambiguo. Incierto. Vivo!. Un abrazo.

    • fatigasdelquerer said

      Andy querido. Gracias. Espero que vos también estés vivo. Igualmente, contra toda regla de manual de la cursilería, te digo que vivís en mi corazón, aún así no existieres. Abrazo.

  3. Victoria said

    … born from nowhere…

    Muy bueno! Felicitaciones…

    From exilie (me too)


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