Sometimes it happens. I dream of a little child
with a hat of “scrupolo”.
This child usually looks at me
and I am anxious about it, I don’t want him next to me…
But last night, for me first time,
I was carryng him in my arms and I love him.
I was carryng in my arms and I caressed him
and his skin was smooth like the petal of a flower.
and we wandered in a empty museum.
Then the alarm rang
and I woke up…
But for the rest of the day I wondered missing my son (?).
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