sabato 28 agosto 2021

Loveland (Colorado), August '91


I like this song:

the fireflies and the cigals are singing 

while sun is setting down to the Rockie Mountains.


I dream to listen to 

what men are doing right now, 

in a place like any.


Here, 

among these desert fields, 

in front of the hills,

I am really free!



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