martedì 14 giugno 2011

Piantaggine

I'll gather one day all of the words I've never said.
I'll collect them and put them in a yellow shoe, and throw it away in a winter sunny day.
USB allergies and antibiotic readings, my labirynths are getting lost. 
Out of focus, on the corner, there's a glimmering silly smile.

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