I saved this publication because I knew I would need it. Yes, just like you need a beer every once in a while or a loving hug.
When I read it for the first time maybe I wasn't in tune with the poems, but the good son returns home, as the saying goes. Recently I spent a moment of great commotion in my life, but the light went out in the eyes of a loved one. In those days I read this:
So the little moments,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of Eternity.
I felt that all the moments were small if I compare them with the eternity of the seconds lived. I know that surely your intention wasn't to touch me in this way, but there is wealth in what has happened in this way, in that you have shown me without the intention of doing so.
Maybe we're all going mad a bit, that's the essence. But we're here, let's do it together, that's how we give it a shot in the back to loneliness.
PS: this one is mine...