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I was a wandering camel

Braying at the sun,

I felt I was walking

On hot coals,

I kept my pain and sadness


(Anyway, there was no-one around!)

Your blue-laked eyes

Have pulled me through

The desert

I was alone in.

I know I’ve got a petit chameau

In me somewhere

And you accept it.

The promised land

Is more exotic

Than I imagined it,

Only your courage

And kindness

Makes clouds

Passing under my feet

So pink and squashy…

Was our meeting

On the hills of Rome

A star-crossed?

Painting “Di colpo”, Sara Maino, 2022