mercoledì 29 ottobre 2014

DIA DE LOS MUERTOS

NOISE





for a dear lost friend ..... 

So the rain keeps falling
over strained slightly red leaves
and all around the nature
prepares  the last lonely embrace.
A blast of wind swarms over the street
and a wet plastic bag pretends to fly
rising from the asphalt,
whirling unsure,
then suddenly after an attempt
falls down
like a pale wounded butterfly.
Your eyes,  deep and dark,
put a mute question,
nobody knows the answer.


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