*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...
Sonnet 17
A darkness does not subsist, as a light...
(I)
Majestic; globalism's own pulsing heart...
My future is a blank paper
nestling inside a fortune cookie...
This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...
Born in a regular family
With principles & endless dreams...
We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...
Go there for your rota
There for your orders...
Sonnet 16
I met the memory of you today...
Very difficult to explain,
some say nothing more...
Love is on my way, with infinite
heart and unlimited value...
The fox looked up toward the moon
And thought "I could jump that high...