My plan

For some days,

the sand is becoming more and more clear and bright.

The sky is more intense and more blue.

All my gestures, all my thoughts are devoted to those eyes… honey ones

Dangerous ones, which come across every time to time

, and where I find the immensity of the sea, the wild jungle, and even I can see our milky galaxy. 

I would say …and beyond.

Those gazings, those eyes are strong projectiles I try to avoid,

but I fail. I wasn’t trained for this.

I find protection nowhere.

I find consolation nowhere.

I don’t want to be so close to the sun, the bright sun.

I can not afford those eyes, those hands…

I can not afford that smile…

Every morning I plan my escape from it. Never works, there is always an expected word

or an explosive look that pulls my weapons off.

There is a tough path up. 

Learning to walk without heart.