Poems

I’ve never aspired to be a poet. Sometimes strings of words fall into my mind and I have to write them down. Once they are out on paper, I usually feel better and forget about them. Reading through my copybooks, I realized I had written an impressive number of little poems, mostly in Italian. I started sorting them out and I thought that some might be shared, so here they are.

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Big Bang
Fuori fase
Mezzogiorno
Stardust
Dimentico
Musica
Inverno
La vita senza il mondo
Lucciola
My Zen
Red room
Sentieri
Vera

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