This anger, this joy

gioia

As this Anger comes and bites me,

I just stay here and watch it.

I observe it coming up in my hands,

as it screams inside, like a crazy echo.

Yet, after a while, as everything, it goes.

It returns back to those gloom bushes which I myself ignore,

but which I feel being present, and always lurking.

What remains is for me like a sudden joy

which cares no more of scanning the world through judging lenses.

This feeling simply accepts what it is for what it is

and it doesn’t strive for what is here anymore.

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