Elisa Mascia’s poem
A kiss in the air.
The freezing air of February, the month of love, is warmed by the energy of feeling
the aroma of fragrant violet expands
the heart beats of man and nature.
Words shouted to the universe that echoes
as a reflected image in the mirror
it is almost always a challenge to itself
when they say that love is blind.
It’s no secret deep inside,
in the air wanders a warm kiss left
for everyone, not just for those in love
take it when you want is a simple ritual
that has always been repeated in the world
together with a hug that is hopefully strong
to receive from a sincere soul or gust
to spend moments of happy hours
with loving-kindness offering happiness,
be present and learn to look at it,
between short silences talk to her to admire her
to love is never to lose freedom.
True love is made up of compassion,
the unique ability to take away pain,
to transform him into one who embraces the heart
look deeply into his every emotion.
Elisa Mascia
Italy
