Mariana Pezzolo | Thursday, 22 July 2021 | Print
Mariana Pezzolo
Like a silver sphere,
Like a snowball,
Like a dandelion flake,
This is how my life is
They break one by one
Calendar fillets,
The days are going on and on,
They pass us; they disappear.
That’s life, a chimera,
You can read from the eyes,
The man, as long as he lives, hopes,
Stir up in memories
And when the light wind blows
Over the field with popcorn,
Fly dandelion fluff,
Just like my days.
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Posted 1:18 pm | Thursday, 22 July 2021
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