Fragments

Everything that is beautiful

Is not always loved,

For some diamonds have edges

That, besides shining,

Can also hurt.

The reflection of love

Does not always reach the heart,

Not always…

Not every light warms;

It can burn.

Dry tears

Nourish the soil,

Warmed by the sun of love.

I melt this way

In your arms,

In your lap,

Silent… Farewell!

. By Zito Camillo