rather sad, I'm afraid
Why could not that divine and golden age and moment
stay and just remain, forever going on?
It was the age of friendship, the most perfect love
of innocence, when nothing was required
and no knowledge was at hand nor needed,
when we simply loved and were together
naturally without affectations or pretensions
long before the first released erection made us blush
and turn into ourselves
to never be completely free again.
At school there was a whole world to discover,
chart, reveal and wonder at
of knowledge, botany, geography and art,
a most intoxicating enterprise
that made our minds delirious with happiness
revealing endless opportunities and possibilities;
but that was then, the children's golden age of long ago,
before the physical reality of love caused chronic introversion,
before relationships had caused their first upsets and schisms,
before we realized the world was mad,
before we started to grow up against our will,
before we parted and before you died,
my best friend of my childhood.
We were at the age of ten-eleven then,
the best years of our lives
which have survived us with their glory
staying there behind us in eternity
while we grew up and withered
deadlocked on our course
to the inevitable vanity of death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 13:48
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Nostalgia – for Kathy's best age challenge
Why could not that divine and golden age and moment
stay and just remain, forever going on?
It was the age of friendship, the most perfect love
of innocence, when nothing was required
and no knowledge was at hand nor needed,
when we simply loved and were together
naturally without affectations or pretensions
long before the first released erection made us blush
and turn into ourselves
to never be completely free again.
At school there was a whole world to discover,
chart, reveal and wonder at
of knowledge, botany, geography and art,
a most intoxicating enterprise
that made our minds delirious with happiness
revealing endless opportunities and possibilities;
but that was then, the children's golden age of long ago,
before the physical reality of love caused chronic introversion,
before relationships had caused their first upsets and schisms,
before we realized the world was mad,
before we started to grow up against our will,
before we parted and before you died,
my best friend of my childhood.
We were at the age of ten-eleven then,
the best years of our lives
which have survived us with their glory
staying there behind us in eternity
while we grew up and withered
deadlocked on our course
to the inevitable vanity of death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 430 times
Written on 2006-12-16 at 13:48
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