E 'night falls
melancholy squatted in the soul
As always
in my winter
I look back
where I let the emotions
I see the more distant
as freighters
sucked in fog
In memory milky
you lose your face
Our memories,
all that you have been
slips away like butter.
Like quicksilver
drops of your memory
decanting ampoule in
beaked close
Slow my heart wanders
over the leaves
of your face
Your hair dew
are a perfume
dispersed in the north wind.
Sabrina Vian, Fabrizio Melodia (16/11/2009)
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