Broken glasses on our floor – di Valentina Calista.

Broken glasses on our floor
(the floor which saw us dancing,
the floor where our love were enchained)
after the rumble of your iron words.
The roots of love existence have dug,
strangling the moist soil
with the grasp of a frightened fist.
After dreaming about peaceful Orient
We have strengthen our passion
Freed from vices and past lives’ thorns
Hanging by our shadows.
We began the dance, hand in hand,
eye in eye, chest to chest.
Unable to hold our senses
We loved each other.
Life is a God joke.

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