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non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
tre anni fa oggi
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
la gradisco
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
quando venite stasera
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
come un uomo nudo io va
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
la penso splendido giusto

 



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