Life Goes On
I pulled her face and tired this morning just a little bit of water to remove the pallor and hide the sign under the eyes of the saline drops that have left impressions. A sleepless night
populated by ghosts and memories. A dog barked
tireless in one of the courtyards between houses.
The silence of the night could not give me peace, the rosary became a bed of grains of river stone.
My body shuddered at the pain that caused the membrane that stretches out into opal. There was no breath
Chet my mind. I
face sleepless a sleepless night.
So white that the dark he was afraid to come out.
I wanted to shake a hand that I was comforting her warmth and her strength, hand clutching a silver crucifix.
[Dino Cavallone.]
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