Square seemed so close.
We were young and our sacred words echoed against thin walls of the desecrated church.
Ridavamo the bell making a mockery of its disproportionate size.
The night was deserted.
perched just below the counter of a bar, the waitress had the money.
shuttered.
Kidnapped by the money did not notice us.
The streets are restricted step by step.
And here's the mirror image.
Young ..
with the first problems carefree.
The old dreams no more wasted.
I stopped at that moment .. Then time resumed its inexorable course towards the dawn of fire.
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