The clock
slow scan time of memories
bring to mind images of days past. The sun shines strong
coloring the sky and illuminating the poor libertine,
invokes the fears of his thoughts.
Strong words,
sweet gestures, the actor
plays his last scene of his latest script.
Allegri we linger at the going down of the light, while the moon
messenger of love,
resumed his place in the starry night.
couples nude, stolen love,
thoughts intertwine and twist
positions and shapes unreal
heroic deeds of another time.
The Poor Poet,
spread asphalt cold, trudging
seeking
thirst for a love never born.
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