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grandmother poem

mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
scattando in su, cadendo
penso spesso alla città bella
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
amavo una donna
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto

 



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