A walk at the foot of the lighthouse
during a rainy day
in the quiet of an afternoon of
mezzaprimavera.
A look to the horizon where the border
between sea and sky vanishes.
The surf on the shore
windy cold west
draws large circles,
immediately canceled by rain
mentrei breast
is invaded by salt
of remote islands.
Also this spring
is the rock of the lighthouse.
Andrea.
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