TO MY DADDY
Dear Dad ,
I would have liked so much to call you,
to hear your voice
your echo,
your feeling close to me
pick up all vibrations
that your voice gave me.
A supernatural power;
that same power to shape
the universe that surrounded me,
in harmony with the vibrations
of my heart .
The same ones that were the way nature told me
that I was in our right place
with the right person,
the power of a feeling
that decided my life;
he formed it, made it stupendous.
Framed by that air
that oozed from those words,
and, that for me
they were revelations
of conversations, of such wide breaths,
of such high content,
with kindness and grace
who’s talking about
giving to their own words
the weight of an experience
and certainly not hearsay.
My mental condition
it was so deep
to always keep on
the connection between mind and heart.
And now, in this naked reality;
in this imperfect, offensive humanity,
….now,
that I lose myself in the streets of the world, weak and defenseless
I would have liked so much to get drunk with your voice
but unfortunately
fate has swept your phone number out of my eyes
Peppe Altimare
Italy
