The only other poem I wrote on the Via Francigena was this one . . .
She Is the Fever
She is the fever I can't shake off
The temperature that can't be lowered
The illness for which there is no cure
So this is what I've come to think:
A little suffering is a good thing
And endless torment even better
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Is love a disease? Perhaps not love but life.
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