’tis a quiet night

Going back from studies room casually without music in my ears.

Going back home number two humming Friday I’m In Love.

Long walking stare at a yellow-lighted silent open window, second floor, on one side of the street.

Brief thought of the stickered insides window panes on the other side of the same street, a little higher, no light though.

Young lovers kissing under one of this city’s porches.

Concerns about the act of walking itself, right leg cloth rubbing rhythmically left leg cloth.

Dead cricket on the third step of the stairs in the entrance.

Loud slam of the noisy entrance door, I’m here.

3 Responses to “’tis a quiet night”

  1. michele

    non censurarmi, silvio…

    12.48 me: stronso
    13.21 Stefano: ehi!
    13.22 Stefano: pitipò sono cross-medium!
    13.22 me: sei cross-coglione
    13,22 Stefano: anche

    mi è piaciuta la semplicità del discorso

  2. mrcury

    Haha!

    Ma non c’entra niente!

  3. michele

    no, però te lo sei meritato..
    fico sto template, bravo!

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