The earth holds me

The road, although deserted
I don’t see where you can take me
point of arrival.

Forget the living to find them again
with all the weight I carry
of the life that was born to me
the flowers have grown, the light turns them on.

Uproot me? the earth holds me
and the storm comes
finds me ready.

Back
it’s late
return to those broken roads in dark crossroads.

(Tivoli, 1942)