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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