and this dear friend …
we have only one heart.
cause your feelings and my friends do
happy to see us with four ‘eyes
where my can not
sapran see beyond the horizon.
cause if you are the paper and pen,
or vice versa
we find ourselves digging inside
pulling out of words to contemplate
my street that becomes your
and those feet
that in four going on.
True friends in arranging words
this is what my hands chiedon
that tired and surrendered
where they would not do for themselves.
Poem wroted by Carmen Basile and Marco Vasselli
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