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ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
malinconia, azzurro era
sono il vento che esita
non posso ora dirvi
dal mare scintillante
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
ho visto la prima pera
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
in sua tenda custodita
tempesta
qui cade nessuna luce

 



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