there is no breeze
on this dark night
just tea grown cold
and a cat crying
in the distance
and I not immune
to that mournful sound
here
5000 miles away
from the past
but not far
from the ghosts
that haunt it
still
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Leonard Durso 
Perfect.
Thank you.
The question is often whether the past went 5000 miles away or did we leave the past to escape.
That is the question. Either way, though, there is no escape.
Wonderful
Thank you.
All right!
Thank you, John.