Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • (old one)
    They conspired against songs...

  • It was in the black and white of his magic
    that all my childhood turned into the colour...

  • Mirror 1

    how pretty you are in the vanity mirror
    is how the mirror...

  • The awe
    of wrinkles...

  • Everything is running,
    seemingly towards somewhere...

  • All my life I chased my needs to better my life
    I ended up living my needs instead of my life...

  • If you kill the messenger
    The message forever...

  • Where has the butterfly winged?
    Where has the flower gone...

  • They choose gutless ones
    for they could...

  • God is dead,
    thus Zarathustra said...

  • To P&Q
    Loneliness...

  • So much passion altering from feeling to action,
    measuring the seas of boulders and rocks...