Specchi riflessi

You can't hurt me anymore
now that you're not
inside my dreams anymore, you can't
friend, you come back
if you want, setting limits
not without inhibitions that I now release
Ah, you and me, how well we got along
I don't know anymore
the two of us mirrors reflecting each other, but
far away
in a game of interruptions and strange voids
suspended in the air on the same level
like two gas balloons with a needle in
between
and kept afloat by a constant and
slow wind
that at the first change of direction bursts them,
so,
from one side or the other
I wouldn't want you
to throw ideas again
with rivers of words, for us
I wouldn't say it's
hard as it is
but it would certainly be, if you cough here

Ah, you and me, but what time have we
left I don't know anymore
us, two oases in a desert of joys
with occasional mirages of poetry
taken by the wind in the same way
with the sand coming towards us
from the dunes
and the clear water that steals the place:
us, a taste lost in time, a scent
that then
with the air goes away.