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un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
ciň č l'arsenale
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
chi ama la pioggia
lucida l'ultima etŕ, il seguente con speranza č visto
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
poco cancello č stato raggiunto in fine
quel compagno sconosciuto č venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione

 



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