dark nights

when the black night imposes shadows comes across and clothes the opposite house

every minute is counted as temporal blindness of my innermost spirit

that refuses to post anthems and lamentations as it cuts the corners of my soul

and since darkness belongs to the domain of death floats narcotic to the distant dreams

to find new faces new masks new voices with arms of woman and myth of lips

crossing the bridges of shades and abstractions of forgotten memories

the trees have become souls, the street has become an absence of forms

now the rain comes and plays its inaudible aria sensual epilogues to the windows of the world

the night ,the night, her. i am in her arms for ever

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