qoél busnàr dent ‘n de ‘l pèt.
Tasèst, ma sentù
battole mute | quel ronzio dentro al petto | taciuto ma c’era
silent rattles, that
drone inside my chest, tacit,
and yet I felt it
(pöc e revèrs)
Vorrei saper dipingere le cose per come sono ma, alle volte, le vedo solo con i pensieri.
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