deep feeling compromise
that I didn't do what I wanted
to know Rome not possible
not being Italian even if I were
I would have had to fail
but I might have lived in Italy
thus ego will interpret art
translation a secondary veiling
as the thing itself unfolds
inevitably broken like nostalgia
for what never happened
heartbreak doesn't wait forever
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