Giulia Magnani | Aral

There was once the fourth largest lake in the world.
Now there are only two strips of clear water,
narrowed on a land scratched by dried salty furrows.
A violated nature can remember its shadow only when deformed.
One can float in the melancholy beauty of what has been and is no longer,
and what now remains but will not be there soon.


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