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Author: s.petrivelli
Vain love letters
Despite you are so
beautiful
I can’t find words to dedicate to you
‘cause love in me
is over
at this time.
He comes back on alternate phases
like cars’ numberplates
circulating on an up and down way.
Flashing shields made
of ephemerals words
clash against your weapons made
of extreme perfidy
and freezing and false cunning.
Smiling harpy made of good hopes
and pleasing appearance.
Carrier of illusory happiness.
Apparently you seem
a kind fragile and paranoid
soul.
Easy masks
too much easy to wear
on your quiet features in the right
way.
Lovable and odious being
I would you in my bed now
even if I know that at the end of the
night
I would like to cut your throat by myself
to prevent you to speak.
To prevent you
to say things
which long since
sound to me boring and repetitive.
Enjoy your flings
but don’t tell me about ‘em.
Hurt me sometimes
but don’t let anything bother me.
Experienced at doing all that
I hate or I don’t want.
I’m grateful to you to be not here
my darling.
Thanks.
Nevermore love letters.
Nevermore sweet words to you.
I know you are not interested in them.
You find them vain.
Much better.
Saved effort.
Silence is just passed
Silence.
Night shadows
moaning and lightning.
Silence of repeated things.
Lost things in the voice
absence.
Of the thundering noise.
That silence which sounds
as a swish of a
pen
run over a paper sheet:
flow with the lightness
of the wind’s breath
pushed by wind itself.
Supported by the same
silence.
Modest, never attempt
by anxiety to be chit-chat
she aspire at the omnipotent
universal hall
which rules quiet
the symphony
of forgetful
silence.
Silence is just passed:
as usual unheeded
by the man’s substitute
totally stunned
by the frenetic roaring.
By his disgusting
voice.
Broken by few vain
whispers.
Debilitate by the childish
chattering of gossiper and gossip.
Silence returns
to be
the lethal assassin
of the mad
of the child
of the foreign carer frightened
by the expiry of residence
permit.
Silence returns to live
his valleys
his inaccessible mountains passes
his never-ending
ecstatics pauses.
His eternal soliloquy
expand itself
in the sidereal darkness of a
space
by a long time overpowered
in which like absolute
ruler
go around lonely
ours mute
adventurer.