Ligabue Luciano
Lambrusco Knives Rose & Pop Corn
Room With Desert View
Shoes in the desert
always weigh a little more
than sand, earth and dust
that will no longer come off.
One flower every three lives
and a flower which, then,
will be robust and tall,
yes, but fragrant never.
The beasts in the desert
have slow hearts that,
that mark the dance
for the clouds.
The blood remains cold
as long as the the sun stays there,
but two or three rains are needed
for moist eyes.
Unless
you provide a little shade.
Unless < br/>the sun no longer blinds me.
Unless you throw away the compasses,
burn my compasses.
The sky over the desert
calls water too:
Snubbed by angels,
Flown by vultures
And cloudy with spirits
Who often play,
Riding the wind they whistle
And then howl.
Unless
You provide a little shade.
Unless
The sun no longer blinds me.
Unless you throw away your compasses,
/>you burn my compasses.

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