D’estate
Stridono i gabbiani
tra gli umani sollazzi
e il mare d’estate
calmata l’onda
rapite le conchiglie
solletica scogli
muore d’inedia
Tra tempeste lontane
dove danzano le meduse
lì risorgerà
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