My Vintage Movie Poem by Kean Ghiero
My Vintage Movie
In bed at night,
while you sleep
peacefully,
I think of us,
picturing
our moments
on the dark
ceiling.
I start
projecting
the sequences
of this old
film
in which
you smile.
You are
oblivious
of being
the protagonist
of
my movie.
I keep it
stored
in the
back room
of
my mind,
my
workshop,
where
some days
I sit
alone
writing
a poem
of
my love
for you,
while
rolling
this
never-ending
movie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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