And we are forever in a photograph
:
image of the past;
which is flown.
And the memories fade
and reduces the contrast,
as the evening light when it
and tear the edges
and also wear well and
s'ingialliscono,
like autumn leaves:
falling to the ground,
trampled indifference
and crackle under the weight
yield.
But even incised barbarians
signs on it.
For many people
that have handled,
for the many people who
's have paraphrased.
who proudly showed it off
like
proud of what they were, as if it were
mirror, what you are.
even sure why you believe it,
basically
in that photograph.
Salvatore Carvelli by: Poetry (m)
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