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un pensiero dolce solenne
ho vinto la corsa
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
metŕ di piaceri e palazzi benchč possiamo vagare
uomo freddo severo
piantiamo
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
uno sguardo č ma un raggio
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
come candela bianca

 



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