Parlare

I'm myself
And I go to meet
Others.
The other.
And they love it as much as they hate it.
I see landscapes and butterflies
I drink wine and eat candies.
I leave my skin in some streets
I open some other secret doors.
I can be crisp
I'm also quite disappointing.
I see the light in these eyes
And this shine blind me a bit.
I'm not afraid of anything
And I think it's scary for all of them.
I just spoke with my heart my guts
We could all be the last of us.