Hills night
you, as my eyes
traveling to the stars.
the hearts of those unhappy
now
propel more than crying
the giant breasts of your projections.
's night and night you tired of the quiet, rolling hills!
I am writing in plain and
and my loneliness is not heavy.
We
computer time my screen goes -terminal
to enclose the sad thoughts
to dream of drinking your own water, hills!
Hills you also swallow, along
to disarm my men,
from the truth.
Sergio Soldani
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