The divine horses of Achilles

Love,
to love,
to be loved,
bitter to have lost them,
so as to give up
the acute light of the sun
which smooths every pain
and benevolent shade
welcomes truce, silence,
while life flows
like a caress
on the nose of the thoroughbred
that looks at the infinite.

© Copyright 2023 Mauro Giovanelli “Seventy-nine writings or thereabouts”, life, love, death and the usual”- “Settantanove scritti o giù di lì”, vita, amore, morte, i soliti discorsi” – “2a edizione