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of my youth I remember the presence of streams of words. We talk a lot with friends, her friends, to mask the uncertainty of the future were made endless phone calls, s'imbastivano talk, talk, talk ...
Speeches power ed'ironia
for the evening to repeat the tired drag
usual words
discolored by rain uncertainty
life to make the thrill of boxing to get
dreams
calculate the likely the uncertain
the anguished frenzy on the petty envy
will trample
or existence of small or failed
fervent menagerie of unconsciousness! We
as many others as
an inexhaustible wind carries
70 Years
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