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Reminiscences
Glimpses of narrow streets
walked in another life
I remember well
those afternoons
Smells
not always pleasant
Enticing scents
Today as then
That light
that gave eternity
to anything
Perhaps the light of youth
of the future
Who knows
The time machine
is here
in these streets
I’m a traveler
unintentionally forward
impotently savoring
what was.