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mother poem

sto cantando voi
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
cara moglie
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
all'interno della mia mano tengo
piantiamo
in possa
sole e vento e battimento del mare
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
non posso ora dirvi
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
ciò è l'arsenale
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui

 



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