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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
alti pareti ed enorme
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
del sole né stelle
i giorni hypocritic
ho vinto la corsa
prima del san bronze solenne
volontà glimmer sul mare?
ma alas, sogni giusti
facce belle e tragical
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
semplicità

 



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