avenues cold desert at dawn. Fumo
much-true-
to try to evade the past
though not born yesterday and the future
collapse in the walls of uncertainty,
and-sometimes-
of solitude.
A Ferris wheel no longer turns,
a April unfortunate dream dress, the tattered
cold wind, a Christmas
painted a picture of Paris.
Life is complex as a black and white film,
but occasionally,
smiling beautiful naked
as Gilda, Gilda
singing a Rock and Roll.
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