of me I saw the tears lost
dusk, the sun just risen
I heard myself say:
If I look at this sheet,
what love is? They were made of water
it is only salt.
A breeze, just a breath
and also flies away, the sheet back
clear
but loses a poem.
Spend
songs remains the chorus, sometimes
back from oblivion
not even that.
But a sound was left,
alone senz'ascolto,
buried in silence
lost his face.
picked up the position on that note
her womb and gave me a song of love
more sincere.
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