.respiro l'aria di alberi morti,
parliamo con frasi a metà .
dove ho lasciato Spensieratezza?
copriamoci con discorsi
di carta. riflessi su specchi non
vedono altro, gli stessi che
credevano in me.
((i am) breathing the air of dead trees
(we are) speaking in broken
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