My scarf
Praying to the rhythm of life
My scarf
The other morning rummage in the drawers of my dresser.
Among the thousand useless things I've found my scarf, poor faded rags.
I had totally forgotten and left too much alone.
I would gladly have immediately closed the drawer and I ran away.
Instead I changed my mind.
My scarf, striped blue and red,
have you disturbed my day;
have hindered my life;
six reappeared to question everything.
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