M. writes.
The need of writing born when I was a young wacky student, great writers' books and poems made me jot down thoughts and phrases on the page sides.
A sentence, color, sound, a sensation can be enough to take a new dream of happiness or sorrow.
Emotions.
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The world runs
Time gives
I know you
By now I see you
I saw you
on a past time
I learned to see you
the desire your eyes
the love
inside the stomach you stay
inside the mind
stay in the heart in silence will scream
forgive the fear
the broken force
forgive your mother
forgive forever
into the sweetest dark there's your home
anesthesia
resistent
lets you go but you can stay
would you stay
stay, i beg you
In that bitter dark
look out and watch me, sometimes
you'll go everywhere
forever
I give you my eyes
live in the dreams of the past
live
in the memories of a future now old
come to meet me
if I don't tink about you
come to meet me
this evening
come back I wait you
come back during the time again
smile and greet
bring all the daisies to me
'cause you have forgiven me
and I have forgiven myself.
I have forgiven myself
to make me forgive by you.
M., at the end of a long sleep