and I forgot your face.
ask me if my despair
is equal to your absence
not, is something more:
is an act of death staring
you do not know to give.
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(...) I am a confused mongrel
sold at a nominal price
but I do not know how many destinies
yet the love of your folklore festivals
yet that love your finger in prayer
opening times (...) light
Alda Merini