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In a suspended time

as in old picture I'm in wait for you,

then I see you come

calls of seagulls and children echo around

in your eyes the same nuance of a twilight

where the grey clouds the violet.

what kindness now could the old salve renew?

endures the pain, the heart pumps yet

the poison draught of you.

we're just a spark came out from nothing

and all love and hate are out from us

as this age at its end.

Along alleys burns fires

dim and mournful as funeral pyres.

in dark channels floats

the black and silver coffins loaded with drunks

belle epoque! As an orgy without gaiery

just like in the besieged old towns.

and someone now on the high of the bridge,

under a mask greets standin' still

while spread his black disease.

our days will be forget in the future storms

and our kisses taste like the mud

where us and Venice will return.