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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
amavo una donna
chi chiamerŕ il vento
siete il mio compagno
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
li prevedo
lo ho visto una volta prima
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla piů in anticipo
veda che mi dň voi
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata

 



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