you would have had the right to complain
to return home without
leaving a trace
you couldn't have known she would spend the night
staring at your window
despite the cold and the snow storm
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#3032poetry
here will be new beginnings
some sort of prayers
not even kneeling in the sand
and some Thursdays with cold hands
a past, a present
in the dim light of some
fragile nights
a returning trip
and open windows
#3030poetry
there will be those who
will expand on the why and
the how
As for me, I will try to warp the space
to weave time
the one which passes
right there
in front of me
#3017poetry
you will never know
what's in my dreams
even I
hardly know
the ghosts
that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don't see 
#3016poetry
we would look at the beginnings of the world
while eating marmalade and toast
without asking anything in return
we would regret not being in winter
while thinking about spring
the veil of the eye would be resorbed
while listening at the gates of the earth