PRIMI FIORI SUL MELO
Ancora non se n’ è andato l’ inverno
e il melo appare trasformato d’ improvviso
in cascata di stelle odorose.
Nella notte entreremo
fino al tremulo firmamento
e le tue piccole mani
e le mie ruberanno le stelle.
Pablo Neruda
Ancora non se n’ è andato l’ inverno
e il melo appare trasformato d’ improvviso
in cascata di stelle odorose.
Nella notte entreremo
fino al tremulo firmamento
e le tue piccole mani
e le mie ruberanno le stelle.
Pablo Neruda
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