I go home thinking about love and the future, haunt history, childhood and roots. I come home, perhaps looking new sunsets Crosses in shadows and there I see you thing of the past concreteness in this lovable, tangible but perhaps unattainable Six image and breath of steps / I moved since I live. My return / you were NOSTOS before that I was. / You were? You were not? I remember you / place where estuava the expectation of attuarmi. / I used you, walking, embrace / brother usual odes and poems / only we we knew rhyme. AUTHORS: Angelo Baiunco, Umberto F. M. Cefalà, Tiziana Porcelli
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