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tutti quei tesori che si trovano
il prato stava strisciando
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
deve andare indietro, ha detto
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
è spesso non così?
noi che si sono levati in piedi
nel porto di nuovo York
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno

 



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