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friendship poem

sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
forse è materia che avete morto
e pane del breaketh non di più
ciò è l'arsenale
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
come un uomo nudo io va
che cosa io devono voi

 



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