Col
clean face and dirty feet
begin to greet
This box wet
sometimes cold, sometimes hot,
But always wet,
both open and closed.
remember the white stars
flying over the harbor,
Why I like them.
remember the lights reflected in water.
I like the lights,
You say you.
Remember the wine and beer, the glasses slipped
How transparent skyscrapers,
tables, chairs, tablecloths
yellow
Music,
Those who were outside
E those who were inside.
remember the giant tortoises
What pushed me on the bus,
They do not like.
remember the desire to sleep with you on a swing
Hanging on the moon.
remember so many things I forget And many,
But in my basement
perennial Potrai
voir toujours photography Della poesia della città.
NUSI Blas ... The glo-glo
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