between sand and dust
glitters angle
that smacks of death, I will stop
thinking about my hands
tremble if ever,
hesitate if ever,
if this breeze air
turning into a wall
that m'investe and crushes
the heart, the heart ...
he brought me here
trails mined
to save lives, unknowing,
the heart, the heart
a blaster Italian
... proud.
Matteo Cotugno
07/29/2010
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