PARAISO, April 2045 3PM

by Valeria Tedeschi from Pacific Ocean, America

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I met you again. You were sitting on the pier. Seagulls flew ferociously and quickly. They only went down to the water to catch fish. It was raining. It was that wet drizzle that finally bathes you. The light was so bright it was difficult to keep your eyes open. The sun was not the same. Autumn had just arrived. I had been walking all morning looking for you. I saw you and watched only you, then I went away. My lips no longer spoke.

Ti ho rincontrato Eri seduto sul pontile . I gabbiani volavano feroci e con velocità. Scendevano all’acqua solamente per prendere i pesci. Pioveva, era quella pioggia della umida che alla fine ti bagna. La luce era molto luminosa, era difficile avere gli occhi aperti. Il sole non era lo stesso. L’autunno era appena arrivato. Avevo camminato tutta la mattina cercandoti. Ti ho visto e solo osservato, poi sono andata via le mie labbra non hanno più parlato.

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