As Well Poem by Paola Degli Esposti

Whispers of love have never been heard by myself. Cry of pleasure have never been shown to myself, this was the common behaviour, that was how our love began. Shame and respect, desire and tenderness. They say it was 'jamming'. I say it was a great love. Maybe the rise is difficult, but believe me that the ascent is even more perillous and full of tricks. The spiritual everlasting flame will always support my path and I hope yours as well.