Night still embraces me with that faint melancholy
with me ...
suspicious moments of solitude. She
company seeks to become
and I find as mine ... I've been in transit
a backpack of memories sweet memories
because the past is always sweet
sometimes wanders from his temples.
And pass the hours, like birds in flight light.
Subtle silent, white and wild.
And go quickly, still looking for my full stop them
's Eve alone ... Valentina Antonietta
2010
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