“… Poet: Tell her she is your veil,
Tell her she’s your rudder, tell him you’re a sailor
Wherever she is, where that it goes, talk to her emotions, talk to her tenderness
Tell her she’s your house and your last address.
Poet, the magic of your words have melted into tears and she came back.. “
(Claude Barzotti – Poet)
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