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cowboy poetry

penso spesso alla città bella
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
come candela bianca
ombre alate che scopano vicino
alcuni giorni più ventosi
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano

 



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