Il PESO DELLE COSE

THE WEIGHT OF THINGS.
things,
What madness.
Sometimes you think, and then we'll take it.
Light, heavy,
sometimes non-existent.
Wander in my thoughts,
ringing in the head.
I shake, and,
seems to disappear,
never existed.
But just do not think
back.
things,
What madness.
Think, materialized, packaged.
Unknown universes, which fueled existence.
But you're just things.
What a joy when you surrender,
how sad, even when I renew.
Crowded my head.
Things.
Useless things.
I look at you, and,
intoxicated with empty
I go away
Antonella Iovinellia