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ciò è la nave della perla
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
veda lo sperimentale
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
tre anni fa oggi
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
la gradisco
semplicemente parlando
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
quell'anno

 



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