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tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
sono vecchio e cieco
come un uomo nudo io va
in sua tenda custodita
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
mi chiedono dove sono stato
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano

 



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