Non abbiate paura

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                                                                Herdis Gelardi , 1951


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In each god all the gods live
They smile, but they do not have teeth.
With their tails similar to those of the scorpion,
they wait for you
to fall sleep

Alma is synonymous with breath,
Cari amici
Non abbiate paura



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