I'm made of burning ice #poesia #poetry

 

I'm made of burning ice

which makes me feel uneasy

while walking through the crowd

of mild fair-thinking brains.

I'm learning day by day

to ride my horse of flames

to turn its foaming wind

into enchanted wings.

(Testo e immagini di Enea Grosso)

Nelle immagini: la spiaggia di Le Havre in inverno e il falò a Piedicavallo (Biella) al termine della visita guidata notturna di White Rabbit .

In the pictures: the beach in Le Havre in the winter and  bonfire in Piedicavallo (Biella, Piedmont) at the end of a White Rabbit night tour.