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Memories
My ravaged spirit, whom you made
know
love for the first time, is strolling quiet
and grave, still dreaming of the days
that, sadly, won’t be anymore. In the dense
void where it is wandering, vague thoughts
and vain searches go on, absorbed at once
by nothingness. But, while time was passing
impetuously, neither the rough words,
nor the hostile attitude would ever change
the sentiments it still feels for you.
And, weary, with no pride nor dignity,
it flounders through your indifference.
Viareggio, December 31, 1997
Emilio Colombo
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