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dialo
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
questi sono
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
ci è un'ora di riposo pacifico
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
che cosa noi ora farà
mescolisi
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
per verità, per amore

 



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