Light already declined in this day and evening looks that
sounds cold and tired
stagnating in heavy large tables
faces that they never return
If reappear are now several
swept by a wave of relentless
prompting them to shore and then vanishes
to return among the pebbles submerged
How many figures passing
overwhelmed by the cold wind of the story concerns the careful aim
collected between late roses, where the winds
not give truce and where the frost sometimes
chains the blossoming of minds
December 25, 2008
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