by Marcello Comitini Nor the faithful memories of our lifenor the springs, which return to set fire to the daysamong the green leaves of the bougainvilleathey shelter us from sleepless anguishwaiting for them to ring out on the sidewalkthe footsteps of the unknownwho carries the night within him.. https://marcellocomitini.wordpress.comhttps://web.facebook.com/ Photo by Eugene Lazovsky on Unsplash







