The summer has started
with her darkless nights
the heart ache at the starless sky
where is impossible to throw a wish
but the moon will be there near the sun at midnight
finally together at least for few months.
All is quite like the death
in this ghost city
where also ghosts decided to run away.
The screams of the seagulls remind
that something is alive
and I am not only a silhouette
who is trying to escape
from a mute, black and white movie.
The last beer can, reached the others
that are dead too.
A lonesome dreamer
with rotten dreams.
© Diana Mistera 22.6.2013