the hospital of St. Demetrius wraps me in a distant time
Kale Larga with the small courtyard where I looked out the window as a child ...
Now I see the column on which I rocked a long time ago
echoes of the voice of the bartender "Nikola, I'll tell your father"
I see my entire trip become more clear and defined.
Zara appears to me at sunset, with the moon calls me to himself ..
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