3 6 2004
it could be a daisy or any flower
to me a rose
is this tearing of petals dew or tears?
does she love me or does she not?
will I ever be forgotten by them all?
separation will not stop me
nor my memory
from the spinning around this rose
where like petals we all close in on each other
we will stem from each other's shoulder
no pain ever
no time ever will burn deeper
than the passion in these petals:
Giulia's joy
Romina amor
I miss Irisa
I hold Nicole
for Sara I sigh
Elena I love
Elisa I long
Alberto's bleeding
he's the thorn
the stem as well
for beauty's flow
nicole sibyl
costantino giostra turned to stone
gabriel the shadow of himself huge angel
elisa in the garden three four petalled roses
veronica beauty goes
romina se fosse romana
romina where three streets pour Stonehenge
sara boat fountain Salisbury Cathedral
romulo colt
elena queen
giulia along the corridors of our hotel
ena
an orange disc
irisa
il mio fiore slanciato
nadia l'eco
ornella il piccolo fiore
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