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words I spoke too unimportant

years pass quickly,
a sad love affair between his fingers,
a sliver of sun that illuminates the shadow
a sad love behind.

A handful of meaningless words,
the inspiration of a moment of idleness
if not boredom, waiting, lack of interest for themselves ...

A sad love behind,
no turning back, no turning back, no turning back! Behind the back
only fog, shadow and smoke.

few more words of no importance
good just to kill time between
an interlude to the next.
noises of the city beyond the glass, dim
a badly lit by the sun of early afternoon.
And a sad love on my fingers and a sad love
faded behind him.