Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
    He realized there...

  • No one stands for the truth anymore.
    Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...

  • Tell me why flowers
    do not last...

  • <<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
    They sounded so ostentatiously strong...

  • Such a strange affair,
    between here and there...

  • The Gap (6) 5

    All the truth
    is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...

  • Your unsheathed thorns and
    my laceration are why...

  • Life is a guitarist
    who has never owned a guitar...

  • Clouds split where we touch,
    Everlasting sprinkles shine...

  • Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
    No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

  • For the nurses they are old lesions
    but for the patients...

  • In the rainbow boxes of preference,
    they each are...