Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


Dazzling light
or only footprint moon.
It was a long rainy day
in front of our lost souls
where hope is condemned
to be slaughtered,
lacerated it saw die
old lovers,
it was a vanity blow.


From behind a gentle song
for a girl’s broken heart,
a bitter kindness
in the voracious puzzle
of sacrilegious hands.
I wish to catch up with you
on the wings of pure emotions,
crossing the threshold
of a glittering nostalgia
for shiny calls
of free vaults.


Day will end or begin,
let me admire you
while the pain paralyzes
that I will never live on.

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