I walk around 
rarely so carefree
observing by places
some amazing sightings to see

Some, filled with so much history,
remarkable past and cultural indetities,
But none of which could possibly belong to me,
and never I, to it.

A sea of faces,
each hiding a story and
a bravery we not always get to meet.

And some of us worry
That with each face 
comes a chance of disappointment;
an ache started from ourselves,
a reflection on others with us involved. 
But with each face also comes
a surprising potentiality
of spectacular future past memories.
 
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