belatedly

 sometimes I fell as if I was writing with elephant legs 
the words are so lazy, the words are so heavy 
they do not detach from the paper 
they remain flattened 
full of a little or a nothing at all the words 

other times they fly away with butterfly wings and do not come back ever again
the verses that for a moment  have quenched me
  do not seek me anymore 

maybe it was too much the illusion 
maybe it was already too late 
even before starting
I’m not allow to know now
all is left is a little time to fold up the paper 
and fly away 

Marco Bo 
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/06/troppo-tardi.html