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abbiamo nessuno shame?
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
è ci qualcuno là
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
in settembre
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare

 



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