In this colorful old box,
a small figure emerges
fatigue wears her down too,
since he did not find, what is he looking for…
Little beautiful, p’ everyone dear,
for this, this grace she projects,
for t’ if he lives, I will’ you were saying, he does not doubt(;),
but always’ closed surface!
However, now they have forgotten her,
he lives as a slave, but they have forgotten her,
she is alone in total darkness...
And just, he hopes the Bond will break,
on a journey to arrive, in Paris,
Purpose; To receive even a caress…
Honest and clean caress is the real and most important thing in today's age. It is stronger than many words of love (which today are launched in abundance and light on the heart) and it has so many beneficial effects for the one who accepts it. The phobia, however, the suspicion and hesitancy that has crept into our lives, many times even that gets it wrong.
How heartbreaking it is for each of us to be surrounded by "imprisoned" souls, without any hope of escape. Souls who have become accustomed to the air of prison and do not wish to disembark, not even for a change. Souls who proclaim that their own state is the normal and healthy state, their routine is the right routine. Bad and old souls who "dirt" and nullify the different. Souls that worship bonds.
We want such a commentary under a poem with so many meanings… Thanks…
Soft, manages to ” wake up” sensitive strings that exist in all of us even if we don't admit it. Well done !!
How many, f’ truly forgotten, they didn't shoot that caress;