Two nights ago, it was midnight,
I opened my eyes and I thought, I don't miss you anymore.
I was about to turn on the computer and write it but then
I didn't.
That night I dreamed of Venice, the stretch of lagoon that
has the bridge in the background, and in the dream I
thought of you.
A few hours earlier I had said to myself, that I don't miss
you more. And then, I have never been to Venice ...

It's true, I don't miss you more, no longer you fail. Is
someone beside that I'm missing. Someone who follow
me, believe me, someone who love me.
In this world, however, who would ever want a player of words?


It is not always the clarity that I'm describing.