Lonely evening


Glasses restrain driving
and facet wan faces
like a faraway green water.
Notice that's evening
just because descending
within circles of peace
and weightless feelings
that gently lay the hearth
within waves of past.
Follow the iridescence
which separates memories and sorrows
plunge now down into the warmth of people.
As shadow tossed in a spasmodic game
of lights inflamed by internal fever
more intense that stars
the night remixes among thousand lifes
streams of sentiments and thoughts
so similar and unlike one from each other
ndistinguishable sail within this current

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 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi