Audible whisperings around the globe...
All I miss is you, since you are all the world to me.
What is the world to me with all its riches and careers
and fortunes without you, since you alone give any meaning to it?
Yes, I miss our midnight conversations and the outcries of our unions,
but we shall join hands together once again
and hug each other in embraces that will never cease
to warm each other for the longest winters
and to fill our memories with food for thought
enough for candid tenderness without an end to it.
That's all I can devote myself to in your absence:
sentimental and pathetic weaknesses of sad nostalgia
and melancholy to make tigers cry for crocodiles.
You are with me, and I am still with you,
no matter how extreme the geographic difference is,
which problem can't go any worse,
which means, things can go only better then.
Let's hope so, for that is our only comfort.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-25 at 15:40
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