From “The colour of wheatfields”
I. They go hand in hand
Precious liquor of life providing peace and lingering pleasure.
On an open wound, alleviates a pain, often oozes in an atypical texture.
Inside your vulnerable heart, it infuses vigor and strength, it ignites, voracious fire.
No end, not even any side effects, nice enslavement to a natural elixir you desire.
II. The other shade
Go back to the matter of importance
Go back to the previous stories and their apparent innocence.
In some verses you can hear the snake
As it watches over their head
Ready to bring them to a grim fate.
This sinister sound that soon will saturate your soul
That’s been concealed in the lines, slithering in the sand, hiding in its hole.
Go back to these stories, maybe you’ll notice the threat
Because it is also living in the desert
That is not such an empty place
The other green shade in this land
Seeking to break the connection between the little prince and the flower.
To bring silence.
To make the prince fret.
To put the rose at stake.
So she’s not alone after all
So this story is not perfect
But it remains special.
Now read the stories again.
Can you hear it?
I bet you can.
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