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Andrea Serio - l’ora blu / the blue hour

In the city of lights and dark places,

Dreams and old memories mix together.

She walked through the city sounds

With many questions in her head.

Her heart held a sense of wonder, and she was far from home.

She wrote about fears, about books, about the sky,

And about feeling lost among many people,

And about true sadness hidden in bright eyes.

The hotel stood still, like something from the past.

Its walls had many silent tales.

In the elevator that would not shut,

She moved with something no one could see.

People looked for clues, for solid facts,

For reasons shown on quiet screens.

But stories change, and answers disappear,

Like faces in old dreams.

A person who thought gently,

Who wrote on Tumblr and felt alone,

You said what many people feel,

And then you left quietly at night.

A mystery surrounds your last days.

You are more than what people say.

You were a daughter, a voice, a person.

You should not have left.

Sleep now, where no fear touches you,

Past the camera lens, past the cover.

People remember your name not with fear,

But with light.