Lovegraphy

Today..
To that wooden and semi-suspended suspension bridge
the last day it rained.
Clean and clear.
I count my steps,
on indifferent gravelly slopes,
I am already barefoot in the muddy fields.
What do I know, even though I am not at fault in this way
I leave all my memories knowingly.
...forgetting I go.
Forget it too.
Although my voice is dull and my face looks pale,
I started off with my smile,
which you consider magical,
which does not fit in the palm of your hand.
In one hand, a few years old "go-to" bag,
and in one hand I have a worn blue umbrella.
My steps, which are sometimes yawning,
sometimes become thinner.
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