Sguardo di transito (Glancing through): A poem

Sunday, August 3, 2008

A poem

Enveloped in the sunset i am looking at the junk: there it is always when i look at it, just in that point, like a boomerang with the corner turned to the west it shows of itself the sign a spring in the clear july... Always when i see it is a starting point, the feast of a beginning, the tight arch... Sign in to see full entry.

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