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Vorrei Potertene Parlare di Alberto Sighele
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febbraio 97 |
when the wind comes when the wind comes from your side of the city I open the window move the curtain let the wind whisper to my nudity: I am a Greek statue looking on to the sea waiting for your touch to bring life back to me I am a tree-trunk of endless endurance with the blood all called to the side where the sun will soon be sunk and gone by February 97 |