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grandmother poem

siete il mio compagno
i giorni hypocritic
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
lungo una riva del fiume
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
il giorno è fatto
deve andare indietro, ha detto
sono vecchio e cieco
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
all'interno della mia mano tengo
non rimanga nient'altro
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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