We danced until the dawn has not eaten our shadows, we shook hands with tears in his eyes.
Now you're just
smell of tar in the air,
to run away in the mind.
Sitting on the curbstone watching the trickle of water flowing
that keto hit by a pale ray of light.
A breath of wind blows at your feet a ticket used.
Who knows who for whatever trip.
Your hands make it a little boat gently
that position in the water. The current
her away, climb on your bike, the heat is strong
the hot asphalt, and you run fast
behind your boat.
Angelo Coscia
Design Comandini Marina (2002) based on original design by Andrea Pazienza, her husband.
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