Photo Notes

It plays with the sounds and the you toll

of the bells to the stars

and on the cheeks also the retouches

of a blasphemer pink crayon

a puff of wind to the ear

and a cry that stretches him to valley.

It lowers the night and the skies they are closed

mother nature rests

it falls asleep on the womb

of a mother that rotates

crossing the road

what it conducts to the cemetery of Acerra.

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There are three periods in the life: the youth, the half age and the to appear.