Ph. Oliviero Masseroli
could My Hands Browse
Speech
your name in the dark nights, when things
the stars from the moon to drink and sleep
the branches of the hidden spots. And I feel empty
music and passion.
clock that sounds crazy
old dead hours. Speech
your name in this dark night, and your name
resonates farther than ever before.
Farther
all the stars and most painful of the sweet rain.
will love, as then, sometimes? What fault
ever my heart?
If the fog disappears,
new passion which awaits me?
will be peaceful and pure?
could my hands.
Federico Garcia Lorca
