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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