“No one will ever know
that we lived,
that we touched the streets with our feet
that we danced joyfully,
No one will ever know
from the train windows,
that we breathed
the air that settles
on the café chairs,
No one will ever know
that we stood
on the terrace of life
until the others arrived.”
Nino Pedretti, "Nobody Will Know"
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