Like a seagull I swim into the fog. It is not mine this inhospitable place, It’s not home, dream, desire. My shrill voice remains unheard, The flight over time It’s not but a dip in the muffled silence Of this false sky that hides The contours and the depth, The sounds and the truth. Like a ghost I swim into the fog That oppresses my … Continua a leggere Into the Fog