by Gioia Marchegiani

Who are you that look at me with such compassionate eyes?
You that put your glance inside my eyes and beyond,
where thoughts are at rest, fears are hidden and hope is born?
No matter who I am what matters is that now I am here, like a flower thrusting forward into the air that wraps up everything, in search for your beautiful face.
No. I won’t let time wear out your beauty, at the cost of putting an end to
this slow wasting away of life.