MEMORIES
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She wander uncertainly in the meanders
of my dreams,
she travels scared through my nightmares
and like a fleeting presence
she brighten my reality.
Her scent shines like a rose
in an immense wheat field,
give oxygen to my bitter heart
dancing with hers petals
to the singing of the wind.
Sometimes, on pale and rainy days
her thought appears
and, melancholically, my lips smile.
The mind gets carried away
by endless black and white slides,
by music whose sound by now
appears distant, almost non-existent
along with the perfumed notes
that rest in my sense of smell.
And I'm still amazed
that you brighten my reality
like a fleeting presence
while scared
you travel through my nightmares
and you wander uncertainly
in the meanders of my dreams.
19 march 2012
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