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come esso
ora
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
andato prima di noi
sono una donna
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
tre anni fa oggi
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
buona donna
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato

 



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