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ha scoppiato il vino feroce
nelle mattine nube-grige
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
vecchio vino da bere
ora
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
tempesta
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
fiori dei bambini
chi ama la pioggia
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
ascolti il mare suonante

 



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