glued to chair, but not to govern
the body in the misty tears .. boredom
afternoons
I would not be here
intravedessi only if a path
oscilloscope between trends
and I do not know what to be
today through the 'last boulevard
I would capture every fragment
to guard
blowing against me,
his white curls
on my tired face
like an old lover
met by chance.
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