look at the moon
a metà settembre la luna era grande. la I watched from the window of the car (rear right: my place a child in the car of my parents) when I flew back home on the plain, as well as rosy. the moon was low on the horizon, and red. in the time that I watched, she walked away from the horizon more and more, without break, without slowing down, as the inexorable passage of time, I thought about how many things people have said and done and thought in front of her, to all those stories from Perugia kiss that lovers tell. but she continues with its speed and ignore everything. perhaps romance means just realize this. Share
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