Nostalgia
The melodic lines of the statue of Nike
standing in the middle of the square
still sing in my ears as a blonde
woman with straw hair talks
in a tone I cannot follow
yet I listen attentively for reasons
of civility as dusk embraces
my thoughts about success and
lots of money, time to have some,
and when she will try to touch me, I’ll
be re waiting for my chance,
yearning for my new day to start
in the peaceful serenity of old age
and promise that next time
I shall aim in the same direction
before dusk comes with its purple colours

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