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A light on the path

Punctual

like clockwork

in a house

of dolls...

you appear before me

when my wait despairs.

Marking my tempo

when bending

every corner...

when already

I have completely forgotten

of you.

I found your diary inside a box

of matches...

and I scattered his notes to where

look at the sea.

Now let me

here alone...

so I can find you

again.

Come,

tell me

what should you do

my smile

with sad eyes...

so that

I can, step by step, make my way...

after a light

on the way.

And if it falls

the night...

It is already

a way

to illuminate...

It is already

a way

to illuminate.

I only find stones...

and a light

on the way.

Where I look for

the occasion

to travel

inside.

How big is the ego

of an Angel?

AND...
How long does it last?
the essence
of a child?

More leave me

here alone...

so that...

find myself again.

"They meet,
at every turn,
one foot next to the other .

📷 & 📝 by Cesar Rampe

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