Non Mi Fermo

Francesco AbateAugust 7, 2018

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Non Mi Fermo

written by: Francesco Abate

@FrancescoAbate3

Puoi pensare che io sia ferito
o puoi pensare che stia morendo,
puoi seppellirmi sul fondo del mare
e liberare gli squali,
ma io resto in corsa e non mi fermo
perché ho un domani da rincorrere
e un futuro da raggiungere.

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Francesco Abate

I'm a writer and a poet, I published in 2015 the Italian novel "Il Prezzo della Vita"

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