Concealed by a shadow behind the windows,
Overlooking the gateway of no return,
The neighborhood is suspicious
Of the elfish silhouette against the glass
Of an unlit room where I reconcile
My most precious thoughts...
My thoughts have no cause
For great concerns
Because If I had to,
I would gladly explain
That I would indefinitely remain,
In this cozy room
Where my future is being designed...
Sighted, obviously reported-a threat!
I retreat behind my computer's desk,
Deeper into the closed space
Where I listen tentatively,
Motionless,for the door to rip...
Open hinges with familiar complaints,
Bracing me for opposition,
While I completely quiet I remain
And letting them look like fools...
Romeo Della Valle