la mia testa è il mio rifugio
complice è la notte
per i dolori ammainati
sulle strade di sabbia
nei passi leggeri
sfiorati dal vento
mentre echi di parole
accennate e mai dette
sfiancano la spuma dell’onde
complice è la notte
e di ritorno dal viaggio
nel ritorno a noi, ci scova
noi rimasti nascosti
e tremanti nell’alba
di un bacio che è stato carezza
e ancora un bagliore trattiene
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