Costruire

Close your eyes
imagine a joy
most likely
you'd think of a departure

ah, if only we lived for beginnings
for the thrill of first times
when everything surprises you and
nothing belongs to you yet

you'd think of the smell of a new book
of fresh paint
a gift to unwrap
the day before the party

on March 21st, the first hug
a whole pencil, spring
the fear of debuting
the tremor of starting out
but between the start and the finish

in the middle is everything else
and everything else is day by day
and day by day is
silently building
and building is power and knowledge
giving up on perfection

but the ending is definitely more theatrical
so in every story, you only remember
its conclusion

just like the last drink, the final view
a lonely sunset, the bow, and then the curtain
between the wait and its fulfillment
between the first theme and the testament

in the middle is everything else
and everything else is day by day
and day by day is
silently building
and building is knowledge and power
giving up on perfection

I hold your hands
stay here
it will snow
soon