lunedì 22 luglio 2024
venerdì 19 luglio 2024
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I am here,
Unable to speak or to understand it thoroughly.
First sights were my mother's dying smile
And some benches that weren't our own.
Then my father who that day
Had a poorly knotted tie.
A few months later
I realized that cancer was guiding my sister back home
Before I could remember his invisible voice.
The fleeting vistas flick by
Like fireflies without a point of view.
All roads are timeless finds for those who leave.
Paolo Driussi
mercoledì 17 luglio 2024
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