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esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
travails della terra
se fossi molto sicuro
rose ed oro
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
ma alas, sogni giusti
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
come candela bianca
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole

 



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