.Ci torno spesso a Chiaramonte Gulfi
Con le sue strade inerpicate al cielo.
L'anima pigra e barocca d'autunno
E il vento in attesa d'un nuovo sollievo.
L'anima pigra dei muretti a secco
Degli agavi in fiore e l'odor del tabacco
Degli anzian che giocano a carte giu' in piazza
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