Chinckens Wings By The Bulk

It seems like

Occiriente narrows

Mediterranean shores

seem as if they were to look in the mirror,

scenarios of the same lie.

This corner of the world

mix luxury and battered buildings;

scars of recent deaths

Yet here rides in a convertible

and dance to the moonlight

The horrors are muted

smile grows stronger

and stones rise above themselves.

Is it necessary to forget,

or is it just an optical illusion?

When you return I will give

around the mirror to check