An old theme
If my thoughts could reach youwith their tenderness and kisses,
spiting distances and obstacles and vain reality
embracing you in neverending warmth of heart
and overcoming all the limiting dimensions,
then also the suborned informers would be of no consequence,
no slander would come near us or concern us,
mortal thoughts would fall apart and vanish
thoroughly reduced to nothing by our love,
and quarrels would be empty words of nonsense
signifying nothing, going down the bog of emptiness,
for that is the magic force of love, that everything disintegrates
that is not structured and endorsed by that sole element
upholding all the universe and being only love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-04-02 at 01:51
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