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this is the road, you see                                                                                                                                                                

all over the open field

all over the sullied sky

actually a playground where

everyone is searching for a trip

a good good one, you know

remember the spiced sorrows

and the little delights

and the ghost cities you have been in

and the ghost cities you’re going to

so scratch the lines

when you blow away the blue

plenty of things fall apart

no longer exist

and whatever happens

this kind of days

they are magicians and travellers

they are pretty cool at all

NYC,1999

NYC,1999

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2 Comments

  1. Un bella e intensa poesia accompagnata da un’immagine intrigante.

    • elisabetta beneforti
    • Posted August 5, 2014 at 9:42 am
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    🙂 contenta che ti siano piaciute e grazie del passaggio 🙂


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