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sorry poem

forse č materia che avete morto
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
siete svegli?
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
ciň č l'arsenale
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
veda lo sperimentale
in possa
il sole č in su
lungo le serie

 



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