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Il destino di un ombrello

Respiro l'aria di alberi morti,
parliamo con frasi a metà.
Dove ho lasciato Spensieratezza?
Copriamoci con discorsi
di carta.
Riflessi su specchi non
vedono altro, gli stessi che
credevano in me.

(Il destino di un ombrello - La Quiete)

Shoot by fiordizucca on Saturday, May 26, 2007 at 5/26/2007 03:46:00 pm | Permalink