La musica tace
Qui
chiusa
nella scatola
tu non mi guardi più
ed io ripongo
il mio abito
da ballerina
Il mio tutù
mi ha accompagnata
nell’incessante
danza
e nelle attese
di un gesto
o un sorriso
Stacco dal soffitto
anche l’ultima
stella di cartone
mentre la realtà
invade
tutta la stanza
e la musica tace
04.08.2017 Poetyca
The music is silent
Here
closed
in the box
You do not look at me anymore
and I put in it
my dress
by dancer
My tutu
accompanied me
in a incessant
dance
and waiting
of a your gesture
or a your smile
I take off from the ceiling
even the last one
cardboard star
while reality
invades
the whole room
and the music is silent
04.08.2017 Poetyca
tavolozza di vita 
Many thanks dear Didi. Sometimes a little realism is also needed in a poem because life is not just a beautiful dream and as you say is better to be prepared. Real feelings arise from consciousness and not to replace a feeling of emptiness. Only then dance and music are best and sincere. A smile
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Thank you, dear Dany 🙂
Best wishes
Didi
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Dear Dany
Sometimes we cannot see the look behind sun-glasses, eyes that need to be protected in sunshine-situations – but the look is possibly the same when the glasses are taken off and we look again… 🙂 and music starts in the hearts dancing on the floor of dreams
Nice poem – have a great time
Didi
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