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la gradisco
che cosa era esso i motori detti
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
lungo una riva del fiume
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
in settembre
scattando in su, cadendo
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
babylon -- dove vado sognare
buona donna
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
aumentato dai morti

 



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