Despite what they are
you are my side,
leafing through the book of life
we see,
every moment,
more 'old
but less dominant
the uncertainty of life.
Are not perfect,
you were perfect
to bind myself to you,
for that I express
and that you alone understand,
you spot, catch it.
In your hands
my out of tune
diventan music.
Lead me where still
I do not know
on this trip
always started
but never started
towards a horizon
called life.
In your hands
my out of tune
diventan music.
.... I really like this verse
well makes the idea of a deep bond.
Read a poem does not mean to analyze it, but learning a way that can also be overall.
Yet in this there is a phrase that always leaves me puzzled ...
"You were perfect
to bind myself to you. "
I gave several meanings, but hard to explain ... ... gives me the "pain" this sentence.
(Wisdom ... cunning treachery ... insight ... ... ... presumption: (??)
... ... ... As opposed to "Scream", this poem is a great cry of hope: "in spite of what they are, you are my side" ... ... ... .. the only way to go toward the horizon where, together, we can see ... ... ... ... everyone knows what can be seen!
There is no 'pain ... just Alchimica union.
Accept able to still see the same sky and not the opposite walls of the same room