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Comment 5 of 5, added on March 19th, 2006 at 1:36 AM.
i like this poem and when i read this poetry it make me think to the
painter edward hopper, there is simplicity and mistery and plain
imagination
yann rolland from France
Comment 4 of 5, added on February 17th, 2006 at 1:44 PM.
i thought it was a great poem. it was very pretty
Beatrice
Comment 3 of 5, added on September 14th, 2005 at 5:29 PM.
I think this is a really great poem that although it's short shows a lot of
meaning.
Amanda
Comment 2 of 5, added on February 1st, 2005 at 3:57 AM.
makes you wonder how valid your life really is to yourself once you stop
and think about it
taxz from Canada
Comment 1 of 5, added on September 10th, 2004 at 8:43 PM.
Oltre il recinto, il morto si sistema
Per un viaggio. Nove del mattino.
Sei sola per la prima volta
Oggi. I ragazzi dormono. Il marito è fuori.
Una bottiglia di birra suda nella tua mano,
E la lavanda marina intasa l’aria
Col suo profumo. Pensi s te stessa.
Le tue braccia restano con nulla da fare
Dopo settimane passate ad attendere gli altri.
I tuoi pensieri si rivolgono al tempo
Imburrato che lasciarà la settimana, per quanto
Tempo le macchine possono correre sui loro parziali carroarmati di gas
A
Alessandro Ansuini
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i like this poem and when i read this poetry it make me think to the
painter edward hopper, there is simplicity and mistery and plain
imagination
yann rolland from France