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She bows on herself,
Collecting into her arms
Both knees and concentration.

With her head firmly set,
On everything she moves her glance
With infinite attention.

Then behind her back she throws her hands
And in a jump springs above
Without any hesitation.

At imitating the aeroplanes
For a second only she succeeds
Then lands with endless satisfaction.

If there is no place nor time for the two of us
In this life, on this mud tasting earth
Let the Skies agree that I’d be your guardian angel,
In a world free from all that’s tangible.

Then I will not need to hold you
To let you feel my embrace
I will not need to touch you,
To let you rest your cheek on the palm of my hand,
But I will guard every moment of your life
Enter your heart and be that part of you
That I’m not allowed to be now.

di Slawka G. Scarso

Not every angel has wings,
Not every angel is our guardian,
For, at times, the smile
Of a stranger may suffice
To turn him into an angel.
In our eyes.

You make me laugh.
To me,
That’s quite enough.