they lied about this world
comfortably stretched out on,
glass tubes, bright and transparent
as the first ray of sun,
flamboyant on the water.
your back, eyes wide open to the sky, remember
empty bogeys and dark omens of murder victims.
contemplate ceilings outdated, shabby, where the plaster crusts,
coming down.
inspire aspirations, dreams and moans inhale
nell'estenuante alternate;
seasonal rains in autumn days.
With sleepy eyes, we observe the time change.
Leaves colorful, abundant now come down from the branches down,
felposo returning to the ground by a thickening veil of frost.
Bitter tears of a 'summer already fled.
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