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poem for pastors

ciņ č l'arsenale
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
desolato e solo
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra

 



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