now you will read one of my poems I ask you to write me what you think :)
HUGE CAMPAIGN
Summer, a runaway train.
A trip spent seeing
the landscape from the window.
Here, next to the poplars,
you can smell the scent of the wind that changes direction every day.
And far from everything and everyone
there is an expanse of vines
now consumed by the spring harvest.
And right in this place you feel
the freedom envelop yourself
like a lightly washed dress.
