140. In the hopelessness of natural catastrophe
In the hopelessness of natural catastrophe
my only comfort is to think of you
with tears of sorrow for all those who lost their homes
but all the more for missing you.
My life is split by hard responsibilities
for work, for people and for you
while my most practical sport,
my greatest pride and pleasure
is completely to ignore myself
to concentrate on what is more important,
that is my responsibility and love.
So I beg you to forgive me
if I sometimes must neglect you for responsibilities,
but be aware that they are only there
for the expansion of my constant love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 09:54
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