Far bodies,
distant eyes,
parallel lives, goals
disjoint
not matter if met!
You lived inside me, like a second soul
,
using my mind, canceling
feelings,
emptying the reason, my being
man. To no avail
the short trips, long vacations or
on Mount Olympus in search of Venus, or off-piste
at risk of life.
arrogant and impetuous
every time your image is consolidated
denying space, time and
every fleeting moment.
I'm sure we'll meet again!
Where there is no day and night, the stars
swimming in a sea glowing
where parallel lines converge, and where
the sound of the voice is the harmony of love, where there are no boundaries
but transparency and infinite spaces.
Yes, there meet again!
free to love,
Happy flying,
to run among the flowers,
on vast green fields, the infinite eternity
of convergent eyes.
Vincent
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