Love
breaks through the glass of a train:
read the destiny in his eyes
make me laugh so.
Now appiaiono on me
letters digital
almost by chance:
silly confessions evening
sent to collapse
a 'barbaric autumn.
The language of gestures comes
where the words stop,
no explanation
trapped in codes.
Coward, I have seen life
smile,
not even say hello.
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