Giovanni Sato
Transient love,
alternating brightness,
mute lamp
in the light of things.
Transient love,
all or nothing,
eruption of feelings
depending on the winds.
Transient love
constant presence
in the absence of the start,
where dawn calls
the moons to the other side.
Transient sense
in the turned around senses
of hearts in duos.
Of two roads at the intersection
in the circular world
where without thinking
by chance we meet.
Transient fate
walking at random with the mind.
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