"... life is a prison with open doors, Veronica wrote
in the gut wall revolt ..."
Charlie in spring ...
A lack of imagination, inspiration and everything, and feeling that nothing works
I leave a piece I wrote when I was very small and is part of a group of poems called "Ugly Notebook" is my small tribute to Dante ... Thanks for hell.
Spring II Charlie ...
DANTE
Miro darkness, stare
she has more presence than I
all around are scenes of violence
in fiction, in reality
me.
More than once I felt
ache, creak
everything inside me
my body, my vertebrae, my gut
in the mouths of Cerberus
guardian of my soul and Hades
custodian of all my hell on earth.
up and down stairs Dante's hand.
Charlie.
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