My golden leaves

That leaves are not seen by anyone but me. That leaves are my golden leaves.

Julie

Remember: it is what you are for me

an old remember, as a

old book that I’ve loved.

I don’t write about you

I cannot

I could only write my name:

Julie.

 

Sei un ricordo per me 

un vecchio ricordo, come 

un quaderno a cui resto affezionato.

non scrivo di te

non posso

potrei scrivere solo in  mio nome:

Giulia

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