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The black pointer of the clock, split the quarter in two perfect parts,
Clouds are cut by the soft contrail of the plane.
Brusati, Re, Taje, Iuculano, Sara, Salva

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as the spurs of a scarlet rose
with red lips like its petals
she stands out with her beauty among the other flowers

Ciliento, nita, jordi, Juan Josè

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slides slowly on her long,
curly hair
uncoiling river
gold which glitters

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to uncoil with you
the threads
of our life.

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The sound as a hammer
like an idea in my mind
like a deep pain
after, the silence
soothes my soul

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Your face appears to me
so marked by sorrows
that my heart is broken
and wounded
like a scratched glass.

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It lets clear, fresh waters flow
through golden fields
as far as the sea;
my mind lets my sad thoughts fly away
and get lost
in my inside sky.

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is like wounds
in my life.

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wakes up my torpidity.

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with a number of stops and goes
bending to the right and to the left
apparently without an aim
it has a clear goal indeed
like an uncoiling river
to the sea.

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is on the field.
It can't hope to be eaten.
The tree is hidden
in the seed.

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a crack which enlarges
more and more
like a scratched glass

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embraces the deep-blue sky
beginning from a sea
of red flowers
ending on a yellow
bricks tower

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Scaburri,  Canonico, Grassini,  Bombelli

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Scaburri,  Canonico, Grassini,  Bombelli

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Cars shooting along the streets,
like birds in the sky.
the tweet of engines resounds,
and crowds of horses take wing.