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grandma poem

riempio questa tazza
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
così perso
sono il vento che esita
ci è un'ora di riposo pacifico
dal mare scintillante
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscurità
così caduto
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
dicami non
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred

 



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