On your nostril a piercing sparkles between contraceptive and aspirin.
You've middle long red curls, pale face, a little dear bulbous nose;
Green eyes, a stroke of shadow eye and sharp chin;
A white ironed coat but naked forearms, a badge with a snake.
Above all you've a melancholy expression.
For me you prepared a coal tar paste by an old-style prescription.
The dermatitis in my elbow healed after only two hours.
As Romeo in Mantua I wanted to buy the poison from a needy druggist.
You were there: we both aren't tragic characters but you smile too little.
You smiled only when I told you some stories.
I remained alone to smile with my coal tar paste.

Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

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