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life poem

è andato
gli archi del ponticello rosso
il sole è in su
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
era non per quell'odore singolare
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
vecchio vino da bere
mescolisi

 



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