Poems by Roberto Marzano
DOWNHILLS Who knows where they carry?If sooner or later they go back upAnd surprising themselves behindThey silently come down againIn a ride that never ends? What’s certain is that they always bringTo the sea or else to the plainLet the freediving cyclists breathe a littleAnd steal the balls very cruellyTo some unwary children not much cunning. CLOSED BARS Bars closed […]
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