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A time, in London, around Notting Hill
I walked, and served to my second life
One of. One. That time. That time one
The photography. Captures, fix moments
A man asked. English. Old gentleman
What is interesting? Why the photos here?
The lines. Old English terraced houses
Can you see the lines? Shadows, lights?
Yes. This is a difference. Between us
He is English, and I come from Europe
This happened years ago. He took my
view. Other world, life, not the same kind
I am lucky. I can live in two. At the same time
But this is painful. Tension. Two hearts.
This gentleman was
A puritan
A puritan English
I understand his
Line
My respect
Flies
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