The way I was, the way I am.
Small headsets in my ears and the minimal music,
surround me.
A flood of sensations, walking in a
metaphysic Rome;
but Latina or Carbonia could act the same.
The shining Sun that sculpt the time, with my eyes
collecting a strange dream.
I remember farest feelings, step after step.


Pubblicato il 16/7/2017 alle 18.36 nella rubrica Diario.

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