urban condition
Very often, afraid, I was to defy
the news 'of things - and' my torment
I watched in secret, things
in their being, and I chose
a trace, a clue
true: the contradiction
the only chance, 'ol'accanimento
of denial, still
ask great things, that there are
With the whole body. Get
things and 'give voice
things. Then things
carry impulses from
There 's the whole sky to cross
to land to the life to come
Let me, let me drive
horses have wings feet, let me
those who spit fire, let me ride horses
fast
My goal and 'away - I said starting
ng the fall and exile
tartie from --- Gallizio
time acrid tongue scratched
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