In the alley of pastorari
is still the crib of cardboard
that gathers more
myths nor charms;
Christmas is now a frantic ritual of buying and selling
mimed with joy by the mass-media ,
flapping like the wings of birds all
prevented from flight
well from your
cornflower eyes wide open on the lights
fir
unravels a thread
that can still bind the hearts and hands for a
ordering service
love.
RL Riri and I will wish you much happiness, so much serenity ...
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