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Written in a dark night

the nakedness of the night
while enjoying our lives
and warms our blood,
while the water (slowly) retires in his perpetual sleep
and the train runs to his dark journey.
We kiss the night in its sheer sensuality
and while the road steals our souls
a silent song of freedom is in the air
abandoning flies away here. ..
in this cage
trapping the pain inside of us.

Everything stops
And once again this silent song of freedom.

Simon Evans, co-author of this poem is not only a great friend, but, without wishing to exaggerate a great poet. Anyway this poem we wrote together until some time ago (by then part of a collection, written with our mutual friend: Antonio De Stefano, titled "Maybe Poets," which guarded the poems at that time. Despite our intentions, this book ended up forgotten (like other projects not only mine) in a dusty shelf of my library (of course do not ever try to publish, and perhaps it was a good thing!).
However, a couple of days ago I found and I decided to publish this poem in particular, because the office of wonderful memories.
We hope you enjoy!

Vittorio Palmieri