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spanish poem

non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
qui cade nessuna luce
dal profondo e l'oscurità
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
sentite la pioggia?
esistere dello swan
non brucio incenso
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
rinnovi la visione di piacere
forse
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
morbido come la base nella terra
lasci il unsaid bello di parole

 



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