TODAY I DO NOT FEEL ANYTHING

Today I do not feel anything,

just a big vacuum

that "fills" my whole being

of somber boredom.

It's been my gray days

because the sun has been hidden

and takes the clouds

leaving aside.

The rain never fails

in these dark days,

to discourage me

and take me to grief.

But I always find

what is my own light

in these writings

What do I say? It's you.

Thanks to this

I find my own light,

and thanks to this

also say to myself: it's you.