Rome
Les Hirondelles
beneath the pitiless gaze of things we interlock in tight coils the outbreak of plague a little while before scorched flowers beautifully died with blood the relics of our yesterday a young beast quietly waiting and then with stealthy footsteps imposing its presence more and more it disappears when you doubt the tiredness of the days of indecision has left us stranded wrapped in the folds of the rainy season it disappears when you doubt it disappears when you doubt
From Letras Mania