burdens.
Animo
escaped convict from the body of bars
muddy;
track crossing points and borders, then subtract
the bitter ingurgito
of dried leaves and earth
of gall.
Thought,
migrates between sea waves Franti
unaware at the foot of that lighthouse, where they burn
heatwaves words
of water and foam.
Drenate
le torri infedeli
di fardelli verticali,
spioveranno all’unisono
corrispondenze.
Mai più alterchi.
Manilo Busalacchi
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