At Last The Sun
The storm raged still
But there was shelter
Every raindrop a tear,
A cry
Louder and louder
Until there was nothing else.
Then there
A tiny spot of hope
Yes, at last the sun
Peeking through the clouds.
Paolo Driussi
sabato 22 ottobre 2022
mercoledì 5 ottobre 2022
Rome, Spanish Steps.
In the pouring rain on a cold dank night,
Black umbrellas darted here, there;
Trench coats' drenched sleeves, hems,
Trousers and shoes soaked in the pour
A blood curdling scream was heard ten stoops away.
Someone hedged swiftly into the dreary night
Running stealthily
Toward his planned goal.
The policemen came, sealed off the area,
Ambulance siren screeched to the rescue
But too late, the young man
Had already gone.
A passersby was saying:
"He wore a brown leather jacket and blue jeans,
Blood dripped from his right hand".
The policemen began to inspect the scene.
A white line was drawn around that young man's body.
Paolo Driussi.
venerdì 9 settembre 2022
sabato 20 agosto 2022
domenica 17 luglio 2022
domenica 3 luglio 2022
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