Monica Melissano Poems

I wont give up
until we'll be sitting quietly
under a tree
in pale sunlight
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Il caffè che gorgoglia
i bips della posta
le richieste di amicizia
i mozziconi
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I need buckets of colors
to turn these walls
from brown
to white, bright blue and orange.
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We should set up
a strong fighting gear
against these blobbing meatballs
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Can you recall
how full of energy
and sweetness
we used to be?
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I saw you from the street
standing at the bar
waiting for your drink
and I realized
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Sorry people
if I keep declining your invites
sorry if I do not feel
like wearing a mask
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As if
we were
falling down
down
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I cuddled him
gently
for hours
and hours
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