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IL BOCCALE DEL POETA                                                                                                                                                    

MESCE NEVE CHE                                                                                                                                                              

ECCITA I BAMBINI                                                                                                                                                                         

E PREOCCUPA I PIU’ GRANDI                                                                                                                                        

ECHEGGIA DAI MONTI                                                                                                                                                   

L’ULULATO DI  LUPI AFFAMATI                                                                                                                                          

VERSO UNA LUNA DI GHIACCIO                                                                                                                                             

LA COLTRE GIU’ IN PAESE NASCONDE                                                                                                                                    

LA DISPERAZIONE DEI DIVERSI                                                                                                                                                

MA SARA’ L’ILLUSIONE DI UNA NOTTE                                                                                                                                   

LA PIOGGIA DI DOMANI                                                                                                                                               

PORTERA’ ALLA LUCE                                                                                                                                                                

LE FERITE DI SEMPRE                                                                                                                                                      

LASCIANDO  SOLO                                                                                                                                                                     

I PUGNI CHIUSI                                                                                                                                                                        

NELLE TASCHE.     

(di maestrocastello 20/02/2012)