by St Antoine de la Vuadi
To the memory of Vicky VUADI (1965-2010)
Today I notice
How that thing called life
Is extremely short
Complicated process
In which we look for
Every little spectre of hope.
Hope we need before going!
To school
To church
To work
To hospital
Hope that tries to hide the death
That forbids us think when we shall go
Every day is a sentence
Said, aloud but unconsciously.
Born, alive with all imaginable joys
But somewhere…
We must find that last accent,
To be downloaded by Angels.
From:
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St Antoine de la Vuadi
Last updated September 13, 2016