Not yet cured

Forty-eight hours out of town

To an unknown city

Standing by the dock

Strong wind pushing clouds far away

Unlimited and tormented sky

Four seasons in a few hours

Warehouses, brown-stone buildings  transformed into lofts and trendy places

The port where I stand is still intact

Heart in normal condition

Pain under control

I haven’t thought of you once

Until this moment

Forty-eight hours without you in my mind

Is a record

Am I cured?

Not yet

But I feel free

So free finally

Like the wind

Sweeping away in one blow all my troubles

Remain nevertheless memories

Anchored to my heart

Heavy and rusty old memories

Like the gigantesque imposing ships by the port

Decide not to move in spite of the wind

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