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sotto la luna della raccolta
uomo freddo severo
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
una penna di acciaio
nella sfera
come livellare cade
ci č un'ora di riposo pacifico
che cosa noi ora farŕ
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
desolato e solo
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me

 



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