55. The poor gift of freedom
Let me give you all my freedom,
the freedom of my heart,
the freedom of my love,
the freedom of life itself,
although that is all that I can give you;
but nothing is more precious
for love and its continuity,
there is nothing more valuable,
since there is no love without freedom.
So let us meet in this most senseless freedom
and join hands in love therein forever,
since there is actually nothing more to it
than just outrageous freedom
without any possible limitations.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:09
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