Time has stopped

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.... And time has stopped there
on distant hills, between old stone walls smelling of bread
among green cypresses, among vineyards perfumed with wine,
between shameful hands that caress me.
And time has stopped ...
I dream of you, I remember you, I listen to you
in my thoughts, but you are far away
and you go and I stay alone while time has stopped ...

(Poetic Trebbo 2000)