(Falagiani-Bigazzi)
You have to spend a Sunday
it's not easy alone
in the park the sky promises snow
the bench and the New York Times
he opens up with the wind and chats
she responds with squeaks
what do we know about the things
that give us the illusion of eternal ownership
and instead
ah ah ah ah ah peace is it is it is it is ferocious
it seems that we are sorry to love
and on the adverts
ah ah ah love wanted yes yes
call mealtimes same place
corner bench and New York Times
What happened is an eternal freeze-frame
for those who have memory
but how they seem unbreakable
the bench and the New York Times
Gershwin blue color of rhapsody
happiness happy even to lose it
in this world that watches us and spies
and where everything it seems that it never concerns us
no one
It does it does it it makes it happy never never never never never anyone
and and and and everything is further away
and on the adverts
a a a love wanted yes yes
as long as it is love
that has a sense of the whole
like the bench and the New York Times
I hate hate
let's take an example Africa the immense black mother
of looks that are only adopted for half an hour
I grow my grass hoping it is hope
the feminine enigma between the veil and elegance
the silent desire to live the loves
of everything that is inside and that slowly comes out
pains
a a a a a peace and and and and ferocious
it is it it is it that's what they say
and on the ads
love wanted yes yes as long as it's love
that has a sense of the whole
like the bench and the New York Times
/>ah ah ah ah ah peace is it is it is it is ferocious
it seems that we are sorry to love
and on the adverts
love wanted yes yes as long as it is love < br/>that has a sense of the whole
like the bench and the New York Times

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