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footprint poem

lasci il unsaid bello di parole
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
il giorno č fatto
come livellare cade
parla non bene
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
noi che si sono levati in piedi
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
in tutte le cose non parlate di
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada

 



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