short of our body, this
trail of death that we let the dismal living
and lasting memories, here they already appear
:
melancholic and
silent ghosts stirred by a wind funeral.
And you are no more than a memory.
You pierced my heart.
Now yes, I can say that
that belongs to me and something happened between us
irrevocably.
all ended, so charmed!
mild rash and the time we reached.
fleeting moments of a story
ordered closed and sad.
had to know that love burns
life and make time fly.
Vincenzo Cardarelli
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