Moon, my mother you were in my childhood memories, even with the youth sleep You gave me the desire watching. Now I look at you from me and your smile, joins in the chest at that face, sweet, my beloved. For blankets an autumn sky, with the body in a veil, you sit there next on the bed of the evening and then all of us to rock, in a world of children. Umberto F. M. Cefalà - dedicata a Irene -
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