How quell'aquilone
glue that brought wind and rain with the sun
distracted and happy on the seas and mountains
day and night on the wooden bridges in
winter and spring
it flies carefree
enamored of a lake but has already forgotten
flies calm and pay
broken strings and fly away
not remain imprisoned
Freedom is his Goddess Anarchy
his crime
How quell'aquilone
flights
carefree way with my sweet love a life of illusion
Run away from my hands
my kite, not take away my thoughts
tomorrow and forget his last
My kite
how beautiful even now that leaves
left me such a brothel
that I write a poem.
Contributor:
Salvatore Valente.
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