The fountain of sighs
The fountain continued scattering the memories of the water.
It touched the air and my skin
With the same sadness.
How many times I saw myself in it:
Water in an orbit around itself. Around the nothing.
The fountain continued scattering the memories of the water.
It touched the air and my skin
With the same sadness.
How many times I saw myself in it:
Water in an orbit around itself. Around the nothing.