About the petals
I like to think of my poems as the cloves of an orange, and when the orange opens, a beautiful, colorful flower comes in sight for the dreamers of today.
Each petal is then a concept, a fulfillment of words brought together to inspire and explain.
These are the petals.
There’s an old man
slow walk, three legged man
sorrowful movement.CONTINUA A LEGGERE
When you will love
it will be like eating offals
at the dirtiest sandwich’s seller
just outside the club.CONTINUA A LEGGERE
Waves will lull us no more,
they let us go.
This tide of goody-two-shoes
couldn’t drain the oceanCONTINUA A LEGGERE