Once upon a time

there was a tall boy on the southern side of the Alps who heard an American song he could not get enough of: November rain by Guns’n’Roses.

Nowadays November rain is no fun to him while riding his bike through a city in the flat lands north of the Alps. But he found November fog to be quite charming. Dark Romantic in more than one way.

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I can hear a heavy heart pounding
I can hear a heavy pound sounding
the depths
of a stirring and tearing river
while there are fogs rising and changing
views into pictures sights into haunting
uncertainties
(c) Daniel Graziadei
November 2020