SONNET OF THE UNLOVED ONES

 

SONNET OF THE UNLOVED ONES

 

IF, FOR RECIPROCAL LOVE,

LET'S DIG SLAVES OF THIS LOVE,

OBSSESSIVES LIKE PURSUERS OF THE PAIN,

HE WOULD CALL BOREDOM.

 

IF, FOR PRETEND LOVE,

WE WERE FREE OF THIS LOVE,

POLYGAMOUS, LIKE GOOD WALKERS WITHOUT

 

BASHFULNESS,HE WOULD CALL STUPID.

 

WHEN IS THE LOVE CERTAIN,

IT PRODUCES ANXIETY AND SO GREAT UNCERTAINTY

ON THE CERTAINTY OF THE LOVE.

 

WHEN IS THE UNCERTAINTY THE LOVE,

EXCESSIVE ATTACHMENT IS PRODUCED

FOR WHOM DOES IT DENY SHELTER.

PS. TEXT OF THE BOOK: CHIP OF THE IGORANCE.

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