I walk the same streets
of my childhood, adolescence and then
and everything and nothing has changed!
just me, and all that belonged to me
the inviolable past now,
on the table the cards of life that is gone ...
crying, with no one to hear me
I try to absorb the dispassion these hours
in vain, as it all
only the air that passes me
leaving no nothing, no memory
just me
as always
alone
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