Homemade Ankle Stretcher

borderland

We like oleanders,
the land border.

How much effort is hidden in becoming
never perceive
the thin line that separates the before and after the time
formed
as in a womb,
in the room.

E 'fatigue
light of dawn after a long night without stars
and thought you clandestine
as the cry of belonging to an apology.

He tends short like life,
my room.



Beatrice Niccolai
borderland

Drill Master Battery Charger

exist

Exist.

I remember him every day
your absence.

one where
arms around me, I'll try
.


engraved with a note on the staff of silence
creaking swing between two hedges.

Laurel.

the nostril of misfortune, the
be all that are
half tone above the waist,
half tone in your neighborhood,

nothing resembling an apology or foreshadows
a meeting
or infidelity dream

Fog

As dawn winter
just waiting to become.

Beatrice Niccolai
'ESISTO'