Paolo Ruffilli Poems

Thus, I suddenly
catch myself in the mirror
in a stifling embrace
while I project myself
...

I know what I have felt
again and again
and never has it been
something abstract
...

And all at once
deep in the tunnel
that goes on and on,
in the dead air
...

Then, at last
I get moving
notwithstanding
the urge to stay
...

How many times
have I left
before daybreak or
at dead of night
...

I think of myself
whose hand caresses
the willing body
lying open to any assault
...

It is in that remote rushing
within the heart
that everyone recognises
his proper destiny.
...

The gentle curve of the throat
when you say a word,
the shadow on your breast and
the outline of the hand
...

I have seen you in a dream
running towards me
surprised and pleased
...

How life
begins and ends
(perhaps by chance?)
the luminous track
...