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wedding poem

č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
la gradisco
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
dal pavimento al soffitto
la penso splendido giusto

 



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