at the very end of the afternoon, I was crossing the Sempione park in Milan to have an aperitvo at the bhangrabar the sun was already retreating behind the horizon and was launching its last rays towards a white mass that gradually took shape and became subdivides into hundreds of white dots. I approached until I touched one of the flowers of this tree that maybe tomorrow will form with its sisters a white carpet that will be carried away by the wind erasing all traces of spring.
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