Poesia a due coni

                                                            somiglia questo tuo venirmi incontro alla palude
                                                                          dove è cupa la sera che cammina
                                                                                     sulle orme delle stelle                                                                                        
                                                                                                 quando                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                             provi paura
                                                                         della notte che asserraglia sogni
                                                                                     e pensieri sconvolti
                                                                                            dalla nebbia
                                                                             mentre lei si addormenta, nuda
                                                                                  castamente sicura  donna
                                                                          e percorre due vite alla memoria
                                                                   prima che qualche morte abbia a suonare
                                                            amaramente le parole che sussurrano nel vento