In the middle of nowhere
from the left side to the right
someone’s vision is unfair
like a not departed flight
which departure no one care.
In the middle of nowhere
are stored the portraits of Dali:
a broken heart on a broken chair
lies as naked as one can see
but to grab it no one dare.
In the middle of nowhere
woe with happiness play chess
in the eyes of each one stare
and conceive in game a mess
who’s cunning it to bear.
In the middle of nowhere
breeze no wind and shines no star,
melody with no one shares
playing lonely in orchestra
this oblivion from nowhere.
15.10.2021
In the middle of nowhere
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