Aimlessly I wander
through humid
and deserted Calles.
The moon plays
with cats and masks,
that chase each other
in the shadow
of this arcane, grey
and goggle-eyed town,
that clutches me
ruthlessly.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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