from a poem by Visar Zhiti:
Seize
Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Charge somber thoughts
With unexpected flash,
You, my lightning in the soil!
My dear friend @hapaxnym shared this poem with me.
girasoleazzurra 
Still means everything, right now. Still means this whole year. May the next year be.
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