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Quarantena

written by: Francesco Abate

@FrancescoAbate3

 

Nel mondo assediato
dall’aria venefica
mi ubriaco del cielo
fresco e pulito
e i fiori di mandorlo
mi drogano i sensi.

Non c’è quarantena
per l’anima del poeta
che esce dal tempo
e sfonda lo spazio
e semina vita
nei cuori in prigione.

Francesco Abate

Francesco Abate

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

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