Indecision Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

I don't know
where passion will push me,
if it will make me run after the wishes
among steep crevasses
and marshy paths
where sharp rocks
feed on meat
or if it will make me bury my sighs
in burning deserts,
where the heart waits
to fester and melt.

I don't know if it's better
to challenge the oceans
on a ragged draft
mending the sails
with threads of hope
or to let the wind
tear off my skin
suffocating the screams
with rages of aboulia.

I only know
that one cannot water trees
with tears.

23.12.'15