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Bar by Maurizio Evangelista
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this man will sit at the bar for a drink

and his eyes will become attractive.

his pain will become deep.

and it will be right

for a few moments, to admit that the world

is this hotel, a drink,

this act of love to unhappiness.

 

(Translation by Joan McMullin)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Nicola Amato

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