everything. should be more beautiful." maybe talk later. "chase even without a ship. without remembering where we were. even though it was only yesterday. then walking slowly, her eyes still standing. skies thick. you wanted to look less good. the noise in default, leaves missing. then without betraying their own steps. people who are not returned. stop me. to talk. when you do not understand the disarming of eyes watching. helpless and it was just snow. so do not think that the moon is falling apart. the place the din of indistinct your eyes. so sleep well the collapse in July. then me. I was sleeping next to you and your victims wise. our summer clothes in the flowers. decomposed to the bed. and I never wanted to know so well what you looked like the wonder of your own tears. still remember the crying and we only lasted autumn trees for rent. what he wanted more time to lie down and die happy in the evening. not breathing. and no. I can not concentrate the sky, but only on a rectangle of concrete. That autumn we wanted and forgot the simplicity that gives the air. then I try to think about the disarmament of the eyes that your ford. and I can think of only one factory. every piece. that has its place. that order che svuota interi giorni e che comunque rimane. poi le mani sciolte sulla sera. spezzandogiorniatintaunita . il mio affanno. e non riesco a parlarti dormendo a terra. perdutamente . poi le mani sciolte sulla sete. i vestiti astratti. che coprivano a stento le regole strappate. la politicità organizzata. non so nemmeno dove sei stasera. e neanche un solo cosmonauta si è mai buttato. nè è stato sconfitto dal buio. senza ricordarsi dove siamo nati
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