Crumbs

You hesitate behind a door
Who is farther away?
We must be judicious or cut on the bias 

Whomever lets the days 

Between me and you pass by

Writing with chalk

Cleaning up the nurseries of my thoughts
Full of melancholy and the lake

Below to look at
Overdoing it not to appear worn-out
Hugging  and pulling you towards me

 Covering the fire and remaining

Like crumbs of a poor and miserable meal

Straw in the fields, the ground around me for
A summer that is crying behind
Staying here in silence, needles in the manger or
Being told what did you do. Anything wrong?
No, I’m here hanging on a thread

Writing with chalk

Cleaning up the nurseries of my thoughts
Full of melancholy and the lake

Below to look at
Overdoing it not to appear worn-out
Hugging  and pulling you towards me

 Covering the fire and remaining

Like crumbs of a poor and miserable meal

Like new, there aren’t any defects
Sitting still like a soaked rag
Taking the time there is more left to do

A name to choose
Leave me alone, I’m tired of explaining myself

(Translation by F.Zucchi)