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Memories
- It’s not the moon what lights up my room anymore, but other gleams escaped from insomniac windows.
- It’s not the cow’s bells what I hear when I listen to the outside, but the snoring of the cars, always deep, always regular.
- It’s not the wood and the peacefulness of the countryside what I find when I run away, but other streets, other roads and other houses piled up along the sidewalks.
- It’s not the colour of the sky what I sight through the window, but the walls of another building, so close.
- It’s not my town in its green setting, but the capital of this country that lives during the night.
- These are not the places of my childhood, but an amount of surprises with every step I take.
- These are not predictable days and blind ways, but changes and discoveries in their thousands.
- It’s here and not there anymore.
- It is now and not before.
- “There” has become “here” for me.
- And it’s now when the present time is blooming.
- sosso801February 2014Проголосувати
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