B. told me that the first canvas was probably a door but that you've run so far away from us .
all the people I love are on the other side of the city , on the other side of the atlantic ocean, on the other side of this land ...the old man died on the other side of my door two years ago and his cat got one of my name .
The streets are empty and we could be lying in the sun somewhere in Italy , your body just by mine , trying to catch reasons to walk into the fields looking at lazy clouds ...
I miss you .
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