L’angolo della poesia, uno.

Vuoti riempiti

Che stridono gridano scalciano ridono

prudono e pregano e ridono;

e stridono.

Figlie distorte dei miei annali.

Mi calzo in imbarazzo:

un pigiama cucito male.

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