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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
andato prima di noi
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
poco parco che attraverso
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
lŕ dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
morbido come la base nella terra
vivo dalla riva del fiume
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
ci č un paese in pieno di vino

 



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