Zywa
Before I jump
Since that day I
old striped out tiger
in a young body
stand in another light
that undresses me, inexorably
untying the laces of my certainties
unbuttoning my habits and dreams
kissing open my eyes
to the beauty
of the abyss
and with a soft hand
taking off my immortality
The abyss isn't an abyss
if I fly and you
accept my hand: look at me
I'm looking at you
standing in another light
since that day when I was so happy
to be still alive – I am
after deep sighs, ready
to jump
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