The Persistence of Memory
This city, like a string drawn between yesterday and tomorrow, you know all you have lost and left behind.
You cannot see what lies ahead clearly.
But a horizontal gravity thrusts you into the thick of tomorrow, to an enchanting unknown in an unfinished poem you are about to begin.
Then it will take charge of its course.
People called me a dreamer when I said that there is a type of love; stretched from dream to reality...
Una bonita panorámica de ese esplendido
ReplyDeletelegado que nos dejo Roma.
Un saludo, Ángel
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ReplyDeleteKeep it up!