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Petra Francesca Bagnardi
Movies and Songs Within a Painting
There persist moments, sweet, dramatic, attractive;
even though time scatters the fabric of remembrance.
You believe those last words were the ultimate fight,
for you ignored the mess within the safe patterns.
Now, you let the essence of you float and muse.
Over the months, you fill your chest with sounds;
with paintings, films, and unrelated sequences.
Colors, words, rhythms, stretch out, merge, separate;
they become markers across the land of your soul.
You discover still warm traces of the broken fondness;
laughing at once, side by side, a bright moment shared.
Your chest appears ablaze, for the briefest breath.
But the relationship rests, shattered, unraveled,
the pieces left just bookmarks of an obstinate story.
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