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The dirges of the Wind announce the death of Love.
they gossiped old women young, sitting with his elbows on the fence of the Day
The Postman passing said: No, not dead, only that
we are becoming too superficial
– You opened the letters of others, murderess,
how could you know? – He accused one of the
old women young – could be a really for me!
– For Death and for you, no one has ever written,
so shut up, ‘said the man pedaling in tears…
Old women young began a dance of initiation, dressed
only in rough burlap of wind
The Postman himself received an envelope
directly in the chest, a heart attack with stamp of collection –
The dirges of the Wind… something has known…
Le nenie del Vento annunciano la morte dell’Amore.
spettegolavano delle vecchie donne giovani, sedute con…
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