"...One day, after I entered again the gates of nowhere, headed to South, I found an old forgotten locomotive. It was all rust and dust.
I knew it wasn't there before I arrived. I knew it wasn't going to be there anymore after I'd left.
A sweet memory of my mother came to my mind, there, in the warm air of that summer afternoon..."

©  Orio Menoni, 2000

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