Poco importa
delle piaghe attorno
se il vento accenna
primavere storte

il sole che deflora
l’ortensia

non importa della sete
né del sale alle parole
ho labbra mansuete
pioggia
nelle tue mani bianche

nessun riguardo
per le viole malandate


Salvatore Leone 2013

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