My skin is fragile and thin paper

It covers bones of glass and blood of ink.

My mouth is an arid desert without words

It looks for cold water and tender flesh.

My ears are shells stolen from the sea

Tired of always hearing the illusive echo of waves.

Corpo, una poesia

La mia pelle è carta fragile e sottile

Ricopre ossa di vetro e sangue d'inchiostro.

La mia bocca è deserto arido privo di parole

Cerca acqua fredda e morbida carne.

Le mie orecchie sono conchiglie rubate al mare

Stanche sempre di sentire l'eco illusorio di onde.

This is one of my first “poems” and it isn’t concluded yet, but i wanted to share it in order to receive some advice. I’m italian so I tried to translate it but I think something went wrong (maybe ?). Please don’t hate!