All of us,
our eyes closed,
we walk dreaming,
daring to play with fire
without burning.

the incandescent fire,
while nonexistent,
flames internally,
moronities murmuring.

the invisibly impalpable,
while doubtful,
grows vehemently
without abstaining.

the impossible control,
while irritable,
prevents sturdily
the heart from frightening.

By: Arianna Frencia (Italy/Eritrea)

Author of Letras & Poesía

Translated from Nexos by Luca Arnaldo

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