I see out of the window nature that revives the man: the icy crystal works in life reflections. So these walls will bark, I will look on a terrace of branches and the sun will grow more solid foundation. As long groping, searching for the addition, rough walls do not recognize It satisfies me a word, away I'll be by my right, my peace. The voice an internal chokes in the throat And a wanderer stride taste. During. The look is then as a solo The self, cement and wind mixed. Now, new word, is wrecked In the day of legislating made man, In a green you want donated And such as it is often sung. Dreamy desires, wakes me the crackling appearance of cars that do not travel and phones that do not call ... I remember, the useless is a stake, propagates happy on the dry cultures. AUTHORS: Baiunco Angelo and Umberto F. M. Cefalà
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