Marco Di Caprio

I grew accustomed to silence,
where speech dissolves before it can take form.
My solitude became both strength and flaw:
a strength, for I required no one to survive,
and a flaw, for I was born to seek the world.

The modern machines seemed more alive
than human forms subdued by what they hold.
My friends would ask me out from time to time.
We would meet in parks, in spaces meant for breath,
yet each withdrew into his private screen,
as if it were a stone to worship still.

I turned toward the night
and found within the mirror of my mind
a space untouched, invincible and still
where I could dream a world more pure than this,
a place where I could finally belong.