What really matters,
What will remain of us over the din. The
unnecessary words. The sterile
wars. And the gratuitous vulgarity
a daily basis?
Perhaps only a few notes of sweetness.
Moments of tender innocence in which good inside and outside of us was palpable.
Infinetesimali flashes? Maybe.
Yet sometimes, the little sparks that set fire to a soul.
AID
photos Iurilli A. Duhamel
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