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grandmother poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
era molte e molto un anno fa
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
se fossi molto sicuro
non brucio incenso
del sole né stelle
non eravamo molti
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce

 



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