Your stone face
is impaled
in the middle
of the landscape
and looks at me
with a little crazy eyes .
Your mouth
is an opened wound,
with the tongue
that unrolls,
vomiting asphalt pieces.
We have left each other
with cries of goodbye,
but still I are not able
to forget you
and I see you
again on my road.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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