Manlio Scopigno Tactics
I changed all my roses, For a place near the fire. For the repose of my soul, The black silk of my hair. I sold all my hopes, For a handful of memories. My heart, by a clock where only the dead time. My last gold coin I gave alms to the wind. Now there is nothing left. Nude'm like the desert. An oasis of gentleness, is sprouting in the chest. SUSANA MARCH (Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1918-1991) (Poems: Anthology (1938-1959)
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