Life isn’t easy.
Love is, but hard.
How can they enlace our strong
and grown up minds?
The heads, they are fine;
forever on our necks, it is
just where they should be.
And, yet one can’t speak for thy brains.
Science can not explain
it is in fact surrounded by the blue.
It is truly a red balloon
going to join all the other clouds.
And as just as a big and smiling
clown, there we are.
Trying to hold in the atriums of thy hearts
that unfair balance eternally to the end.
Luciana Cafasso
