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The box of wires


Drawers reopened speak, words broken wind

disordered
curled up and closed up

in hidden corners of memory and heart. As this box

that almost my age
found in the drawer. The dusting

and clutching
and shake her
Magone and memories.
Plan
open the metal cover that contain cookies

to rediscover the colors that you kept in touch
slightly
wires and splilli
that pierce into
painless to make the outside
Nothing has been moved.
's all as you left,
as a relic to be worshiped.
Colors you
arranged so prescient

like you know what day I would serve. The white
to mend the gap, the blue
to mend inner peace, the green
to mend the trust,
The pink patch up dreams to mend
Black anger,
to reject his feet on his head .. .
... The red stitching on the heart.
missing is a color that does not exist: The color

to mend your absence
impossible to mend.

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The sound of the night


A hug blue, the night sky

tasted my palate.
Stars as a walking bass notes

slow to make the magic of words
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coming from the speakers in the background, which combines magic


as if by magic the two banks of the Arno. I love watching so

Florence, overlooking the bay window

this penthouse

while slowly around in his hands and a sweet thoughts

cup of delicious nectar.

Calmly smile
following with his eyes sly
the car headlights
slowly come down from St. Nicholas in
Pontevecchio ...
...
magical fireflies to light up the background sounds

of my night.

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E 'floating in the air the enemy
magnetic waves in
fine
dell'agognato being sneaky

coming to delight and destroy the lungs.

E 'on the ground in

fleshy juicy fruits of the sun and estrogen
reduction in our throats horny

to irradiate the stomach
melanoma and refreshment.

E 'in the sea waters of the islands of

sun on the feathers of birds and fish deaths

colored precious black gold.

E '
everywhere lies hidden in the well dressed
working under

diseased cells play a tape in the lanes where houses
pain
sipped in small doses to last more
long

to ravage the body, soul and dignity.

But worse still is in our minds

cradled in the serene conviction
to be immune
that always touches the other

without realizing that we are all the other now. Without a new head


there is no escape.