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  • Emilio Santini


Updated: Mar 16, 2019

Our life is a candle that burns with the years and when it is half way down we try to save some of the drips and try to put them back to make it burn a bit longer. It is at that point that we loose sight of the wick blinded by the brightness the extra wax caused. Sometimes it will make it burn faster and sometimes it will suffocate it.

© Santini Emilio

La vita é come una candela che brucia con gli anni

e quando é metà consunta, cerchiamo di salvare alcuni dei coli di cera

cercando di rimetterli in cima per bruciarla un po' più a lungo.

É a questo punto che perdiamo di vista lo stoppino

abbagliati dalla speranza causata dalla cera in più.

Alle volte brucia più velocemente ed alle volte soffoca la fiamma.

© Santini Emilio

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