At sea (or almost)
L 'cicada last stride
on eucalyptus bark yellow pine
children gather essential for galantine
screams from a Great Dane'
railing of a house long uninhabited
villas were built by the fathers
but the children did not have
wanted there would be room for a hundred thousand of the earthquake victims
here not even see the shore
if so what can be called 'Eighty percent
transferred in use to
and lifeguards would be unreasonable to require a peace
halcyon
the sea is indeed haunted
while the waste Total
rolling hills formed plastic
exhausted hedges were evicted
the delightful children's wrens or rust
Rieti
them as often cite the poets. And there is also some budding magnolia
's label of a pediatrician
but here the children flying
bike and have no need of his care
Who wants to breathe in big whiffs
the muse of our time can pass the precariousness
hence no hurry
is what makes horror flick
not the 'fading breath of the sweet nothing if
Hic manebimus Like you do not own
well but the best would be too similar
to death (and this just like young people).
(Eugenio Montale - Notebook of four years)
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