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di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
desolato e solo
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
non dal mondo largo di tutto
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
candele che si rovesciano obliquamente in latte del pomodoro
era non per quell'odore singolare
ho detto
lungo una riva del fiume

 



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