under this gray suburban sky
just give me a minute of your time
and I'll tell you my whole life
hold me in your memory for a moment
and let me rock you in mine like a child in the evening
waiting for a lullaby
since the arch...
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at the mercy of the wind the strongest branch
at the end of the row a rose in bloom
the fruit rests between
waiting for the harvest before autumn ..
under this gray and alien suburban sky
I dream of being mud I don't kno...
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by these forgotten suburbs of the world
sitting absorbed looking at the sky as children on a summer day
immense words and silences
which intail and include the infinite good
to feel loved simply for being alive
and nothing more...
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the night before I followed the usual procedures
pondering about growth cycles and speculation
and the fact that no one answers anymore looking into the eyes
rather, they shouts at you to shut up and wait
certainly because that ph...
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