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poem for dad

vecchio vino da bere
impaurito nient'altro, dico
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
debole-è traversata la canzone
qui cade nessuna luce
lungo una riva del fiume
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
calma come che seconda estate
alcuni giorni più ventosi
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte

 



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