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quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
il cielo
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
perchč
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
una parola di volo di qui e lŕ
faccialo rotare giů dal prato
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
quando ero un ragazzo all'universitŕ

 



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