Let me be more wandering than the dust of the road, help me get out of the bounds of this daily and mute horizon, from this lockdown. Lend me the wings and freedom, the soliloquies of light and reason, give me your strength. I need a whisper of shared air, a promise of faith, a new dream. I need to live like I used to, when life was law and time was ours. Give me a predictable and optimistic project, I, as always, in return, will give you a forgotten ash of my frayed body. Please let me pay you with verses.
